Page 134 of Sweet Wicked Vows

I claimed her lips with mine. “I’ve missed you so much.” My teeth tugged at my bottom lip, dying for a taste of her. Dying to bask in everything she was willing to give me. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

I scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, wanting to feel every part of her. It had been too long since I got to have her this close to me.

Too fucking long.

She didn’t hesitate, her tongue meeting mine with equal parts gentle and desperate.

“I’ve missed kissing you,” I moaned into her mouth. “I’ve missed touching you.” Fingertips traveled under her dress and gripped her ass, my cock growing thicker when I felt her lack of underwear.

Her hips ground down against me, drawing out a hiss as she rolled herself along my erection. She hummed with arousal, herlegs tightening around me, and her kisses turning ravenous.

All those weeks without each other broke free in that one moment.

“Someone once told me that having sex on the beach wasn’t a good idea,” I teased between kissing her.

“Sounds like a pretty smart person to me,” she giggled. “But sometimes, when you find the right person, it’s worth the risk.”

“Is that so?” I ran my lips along her jaw until I reached her ear. “Am I worth the risk?”

“Yes.” She tilted her head away, memorizing green orbs connecting with mine. “Je t’aime, Jaxon.”

“I love you too,ma douceur,” I smiled. “For now and forever.”

She was mine, and I was hers.

Sealing my lips back on hers, the sun above us shone brightly, and the gray-scale world around me gained its color once again.

EPILOGUE

Six Months Later.

I’d never been more nervous in my whole life.

My entire adult life was spent in boardrooms, taking meetings with countless people, and selling my business to complete strangers.

None of that ever scared me.

But what I was about to do scared the absolute shit out of me.

“You look like you’re going to vomit,” Noah said. “Doesn’t he look like he is going to vomit?”

Olivier nodded his head. “Most definitely.”

“Do you want me to grab you a paper bag to be sick into?” Noah barely hid his teasing tone.

“Or we can find a trash can and leave it beside you?” Olivier chuckled.

“Fuck the both of you.” I pulled the black bow tie looser. Was it just me, or was it getting hotter? “Go away and make yourselves useful elsewhere.”

Both of them laughed and busied themselves by talking to the others in their seats.

Checking my watch for the sixth time in five minutes, the blood pumping around me started to bubble. The usual crawling sensation settled along my skin, and the only thing I was able to focus on was the heavy thud of my heart in my ears.

What if she wasn’t happy?

What if she saw what I had done and ran away?

The last six months with Evelyn were perfect. We took our time resurfacing the foundations of our relationship, discovering new things about each other, and letting Evelyn learn how to trust me again.

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