Page 61 of The Bourbon Bride

“If the only thing she’s mad about is not planning your wedding, we’ll be just fine,” I assure her. “She can plan the five-year anniversary vow renewal. Or we can renew our vows every year. Whatever makes you happy.”

I feel her smile against me.

“She’ll have plenty to be mad about besides that. I just cost her a manufacturing deal. I could be the reason the Thackery Agriculture Company meets its demise after more than a century in operation. Not only have I single-handedly stolen the wedding planning she’s dreamed of my whole life, I’ve also crushed her own family legacy. I’m heartless.”

I pull her closer to me.

“You have the biggest heart of anyone I know. You also know your own mind, not content to be sold off to suit her business aspirations.”

“How do I tell them?” She shifts restlessly in my lap and twists my own gold wedding band on my left hand where it rests on her leg.

“We’ll do it together. We can go to Savannah tomorrow and plan to see them Tuesday.”

I have some business to conduct with my new father-in-law that could be done in person so making an appearance in Savannah kills two birds with one stone. An unfamiliar stab of guilt pierces my chest as I think of the plans set to take place this week. Olympus International is beginning phase two tomorrow, our teams poised and ready to deploy lucrative offers to each of the hoteliers targeted for acquisition. The Xenios Group will be in a nice long meeting with my team while I keep to the background. My brothers and I stay out of the negotiations until absolutely necessary, keeping the family anonymous and some distance from our company with its many branches.

I look down at Paige,my wife, and wonder if she’ll ever understand that my motivations for marrying her have nothing to do with buying out her legacy. I shut my eyes and hope like hell I’m not about to sabotage my own happiness. She will eventually see I’m doing this for her.

“Are you a part of the mile-high club?”

My eyes pop open and I move so I can see the devilish grin Paige is giving me.

“Why do you ask?” I slip my fingertips under the hem of her dress where it rests just above her knee and grip her thigh.

“I think I’d like to join. I was hoping to find an existing member to grant me membership to this exclusive club. I am the wife of a billionaire now. I might as well have all the perks.”

“Youare a billionaire now, Mrs. Olsen. What’s mine is yours.”

Her eyes widen. “There wasn’t a prenup, but I will absolutely sign anything you want me to in order to protect your fortune. I’m not in it for money, Hayes. I’m in it for you.”

“That’s exactly why there wasn’t a prenup.” I slide my hand up higher to grip her hip and she gasps with the pressure. “We’re not going to fail, so there wasn’t a need. I want you to be completely provided for in any untimely event that could befall us.”

Her legs spread apart. “Well, it sounds like you have everything covered. How about you make love to your new wife and admit me to the club.”

I gather her in my arms and stand. “Cerberus, stay.”

I cross to the private bedroom at the rear of the cabin.

“What my wife wants, she gets.”

Paige sighs as I lay her out on the bed.

“That’s a word I like a whole lot more with you than I did when I was fighting the other option.”

I shrug off my shirt and make quick work of my pants. “You’ll never have to fight alone, and you’re free of that scoundrel.”

She giggles at my wording, but the laughter stops when I grip her ankle and tug her toward me.

“Show me that juicy pussy.”

She drags her teeth across her bottom lip and pulls the skirt of her soft cream-colored dress up her thighs. She is the goddess of anticipation, knowing just how to drag a moment out to completely savor it, but it jacks up my libido, and my impatience to have her gets the better of me.

Just as her dress skims over her hips, I dive in, pulling her lacy panties to the side so I can sink my mouth in her silky warmth. Her hands bury into my hair and hold me close as I devour her. She moans as I delve two fingers into her folds and push into her center, her hips rocking against me. I give her everything she loves with my own ferocity and when she comes, it’s with my name on her lips.

I pull away from her slick pussy and move up her body, kissing her while her taste is still on my lips. I undress her relaxed body and return to my pants for a condom, turning once it’s on to catch her dip her fingers in her pussy, and then bring them to her mouth. My grip on the base of my cock tightens as her pink tongue licks a finger and then plunges it into her mouth.

“Jesus, Paige, I’m going to blow just watching you taste yourself.”

“I wanted to know what you were tasting. I think I prefer your cock, though.”

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