Page 96 of Auctioned to the Devil

“Caleb.”

“Mrs. Mercer.”

Oh.

That shuts me up.

He notices.

“Like that?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

His mouth moves along my jaw.

“Say it again.”

“Mrs. Mercer.”

My fingers grip his shirt. “Again.”

He laughs against my skin. “Needy.”

“You started this.”

“I plan to finish it.”

My dress slides from one shoulder. Then the other.

I hear Sally’s voice somewhere downstairs. “Has anyone seen Emily?”

I freeze.

Caleb doesn’t.

“Oh my God.”

“She’ll figure it out.”

“She is going to kill us.”

“Door’s locked.”

“Caleb.”

He lifts his head. “What?”

I look at my husband.

My impossible, infuriating, terrifying husband.

“Nothing.”

His smile is slow. “Good answer.”

He kisses me again while our entire wedding reception carries on beneath us.