Say Yes

I didn’t wait for “I do”. I didn’t even wait for her to slip the ring entirely on my finger. I cupped her face and pulled her toward me, kissing her in full view of the gallery, our friends, and her family. I tasted strawberries on her lips. I breathed in her essence, and she melted against me as much as I melted against her.

“Well,” the officiant said with a laugh. “I guess this is where I’m supposed to pronounce you husband and wife? Or is it too late for that?”

“I do,” I murmured against Mackenzie’s lips, kissing her again.

“I do, too.”

25

Mackenzie

I never, ever in a billion years thought I would be here.

But I was.

As of today, I was married to Walker Prince, having a reception in an art gallery that was thriving, surrounded by family, friends—a dog who was currently stealing food from unsuspecting wedding guests’ plates—and good music that kept the mood up and the feeling of love hanging in the atmosphere like a cloud of comfort and happiness.

I was in Walker’s arms on the dance floor, pressed close to him as the music rose through the air, cocooning us in our little newlywed haze of bliss. Newlywed. The word was so amazing, even in my head. The weight

of my wedding ring was perfect around my finger; the glint of Walker’s on his own was, too.

“I love you, Walker Prince,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “I’ve never met a man like you. I don’t think I ever could. I’m—”

Before I could finish, there was a clatter over by where I’d last seen Bruno. Sure enough—a platter of food was on the floor and his face was planted in it as people looked on, bewildered and amused. Walker and I exchanged a glance, busting out laughing at the same time. Walker leaned into me, his lips brushing my ear.

“Why don’t we let them handle Bruno and… take a bit of an early bite of our honeymoon?” he suggested with a smirk. “I don’t want to wait to have you.”

His words dropped into my ear and traveled straight down to my clit, making my entire body flush. It was a special skill Walker possessed that I’d never quite figured out—not that I minded one damn bit.

And really, maybe it wasn’t some special skill or seductive superpower. Maybe it was just Walker. The man had an effect on me that no one else ever had or ever would. He could light me up with just a few words or a single touch, and I loved it.

I glanced around slyly before biting my lip and nodding. “Well, at least we know the dog won’t bust in on us.”

Walker threw his head back and laughed, then grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs to the next level. That floor held several smaller studio spaces for artists who preferred privacy while they worked, which was perfect for our purpose.

I guess it’s only fair. We had sex in Walker’s office. Now we’ll christen mine.

We crowded into a room and shut the door behind us, whispering and giggling like two teenagers. I couldn’t stop smiling as Walker stepped to the center of the room before turning back to look at me. My fingertips still held the doorknob, and they released it to brush down the front of my dress as my new husband gazed at me with love and hunger in his eyes.

He shook his head, smiling back at me with the same dazed expression I knew I wore. “Hey, Macks?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re fucking married.”

Happiness exploded in my chest at the same time his voice made my pussy throb again. “Yeah we are.”

If possible, his grin grew even wider. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he crooked a finger at me, and I crossed the room toward him. As soon as I reached him, he swept me into his arms, kissing me breathless and making my knees wobble.

“I love you so damn much, wife,” he murmured against my lips.

“Right back at you, husband.”

Our loving, heated whispers filled the small room as our hands roamed over each other. When Walker’s hands fell to my waist and he spun me around, my breath hitched in my throat, anticipation making me moan.

A couch sat on one side of the room, and Walker guided me over to it, keeping the front of his body molded to the back of mine. Even through the layers of my dress and his tux, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and wetness gathered between my legs.

I turned my head to kiss him, and he slipped his hand down the front of my dress, rolling and playing with my nipples until I bumped my ass back against him, desperate for more.