Page 23 of Seven Year Itch

Garrett plucked the champagne flute from Ali's hand and handed it to a passing waiter. "Come dance with me."

He didn't need to ask her twice.

Bodies pressed closely together, her head resting on her husband's chest, swaying to the beat of a slow, love song, Ali had never felt more content.

"I have another surprise for you." Her husband's rich baritone voice crooned in her ear.

Ali lifted her head and grimaced at Garrett's mischievous expression. "I'm not sure I can handle any more surprises."

His expression turned contrite. "I am truly sorry, baby. When I first set this whole thing in motion, I had no idea that's where your mind would go."

She moved her arms from around his waist to around his neck so she could lean up on her toes and brush her lips to his. "I know. But one good thing did come from it, though."

Garrett raised a brow. "What good could have possibly come from you thinking I was cheating on you?"

She twined her fingers through the short hair at the back of his head. "It reminded me not to take our love for granted. I think when people have been married for a while—getting stuck in the day-to-day things that make up a marriage—they forget the most important thing."

"And what's that?"

"Why they married that person in the first place."

"And did it remind you of why you married me?"

"Yeah, because you knocked me up."

Garrett tipped his head back and laughed. "Yeah, and I did that proudly."

Ali turned serious and said, "And also because you're my soul mate. The other half of my whole."

Garrett placed his lips on hers and mumbled, "The yin to your yang?"

"The Bert to my Ernie," she mumbled back.

Garrett's chuckle vibrated her lips. "Someone's been watching too much Sesame Street again."

She didn't get the chance to reply because he chose that moment to deepen their kiss, his tongue sliding down the length of hers, while his fingers tangled in her hair, loosening it from its confines. His kisses were like a drug—addictive and they made her feel so good.

After a few more spins around the dance floor, she remembered to ask, "So what's the next surprise?"

"There's one last thing I neglected to give you seven years ago."

Ali thought for a moment but came up blank. Shaking her head, she asked, "What?"

"A honeymoon."

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Garrett sat, lounging in the recliner, his dick growing unbearably hard as he watched his wife slowly walking up the steps, rising out of the pool. Hair slicked back. Water droplets shimmering on lightly tanned, smooth skin and sliding between the swells of her full, rounded tits. Nipped in waist, slightly rounded stomach, and flared hips. Killer fucking legs. She was any man's wet dream.

And she was all his.

God, he'd really screwed the pooch with the whole wedding thing. When he'd first found her diary and saw the wedding she'd dreamed about as a teen and knowing he'd gypped her out of the experience, his only thought had been to make her dream come true. Never in a million years had he thought his sneaking around and deceptions would lead her to believe he was having an affair, although in hindsight he supposed he should have. After all, if the shoe had been on the other foot, he would have suspected the same thing.

Though he wouldn't have handled it nearly as well.

Even after he'd realized where her mind had gone, he'd thought he had waylaid her fears. His mistake.

His thoughts were pulled back to his wife as she drew near, sauntering across the cement with a coy smile playing on her kissable lips. "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

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