Page 15 of Merry Little Wedding

“Now?”

His hands fall away from my eyes and land on my shoulders.

The Midwestern, two-story house is a beautiful pale mint green shade, with a wraparound porch, picture-perfect picture windows, and a big yard to be filled up with kids, and dogs, and vegetables, maybe. I can already imagine the roof covered in snow. I can picture our crazy friends like Liz andCarebearcoming over to visit, if they ever need a place to crash, and my dad and his new wife who I justadore.

As if the most magical Christmas Eve wedding and then a delicious Caribbean honeymoon weren’t enough…now this?

It’s more than I could possibly dream of for a primary home, let alone asecondhome. It’s so…much. Like my life.

“Oh my gosh.Babe. It’s stunning!” I spin around to look up at his handsome face as happy tears leak from my eyes.

“I had a feeling you’d like it so…I put an offer on it.”

“You did?” I shriek.

“You’re sure it’s the one?”

I lift up on tiptoe, pressing kisses into his neck. “I love itsomuch!”

I throw my arms around his neck, and our mouths collide. My husband’s strong, warm hands thrust into my hair. He deepens the kiss, the ground whirling beneath my feet just like it did our very first kiss. The passion hasn’t abated at all, it’s still as hot and fierce as that first night we were together. I still crave him every day. StillneedBoone inside me all the time.

He pulls back slow, releasing a jagged exhale. His eyes open, darkened. He fishes a set of keys out of his pocket. “Let’s go take a tour of the inside?”

I eagerly nod, my hand sliding into his like it was made from it. Same way every part of me fits so seamlessly against every single part of him. We fall into step toward the house.

“Will the master fit a king-sized bed?”

“Honey, this whole home is fit for a king…and most importantly, his queen.” He tosses me a wink.

I bite my lip. “Oh? Hmm…Is that all?”

“And their little princes and princesses, too.” He pauses to wheel me back around, his arms draping over me, reaching down to lay both his hands over my belly. It’s awkward as we continue shuffling forward toward the house, but no way in hell am I going to tell him to stop. “Soon as you let me put my babies in you,” Boone adds, his tone hoarse.

“I didn’t take my Pill this morning,” I flirt back.

Boone exhales again, long, deep. He presses me to him by my hips. I feel the entire length of his dick as it grows hard against my butt. “We’d better go check out that bedroom then, sweetheart. Maybe take some measurements. Immediately.”

“God.Yes.”

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