Page 99 of Sinclair Duet

“Oh, it was there.” I crouched down and lifted her lace panties from the floor.

Ella sighed. “I’m glad I’m wearing jeans.”

Something akin to a savage possessiveness came over me as I scanned Ella’s nearly naked form from her hair to her toes. “No jeans currently, and you’re fucking gorgeous. Do you know what else you are?” Before she could respond, I said, “Mine.” Lifting the crotch of her panties to my nose, I inhaled her sweet scent. “They’re already wet. Now they’ll have the combination of the two of us.” I handed her the panties.

“You’re a lot to handle, Damien.”

Securing her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I focused on her satiated blue orbs. “You are the only one who can handle me. Physically, we fit together perfectly. Emotionally, you’re my soulmate. You are now Mrs. Sinclair. There’s no turning back.”

“I think I meant it,” she said as she situated her pert breasts into her bra, pulled her panties into place, and then eased her blue jeans up her legs. After pulling her shirt over her head and tucking it into the waist of her jeans, Ella looked at me. “Five months, Mr. Sinclair. That’s how long you have to remind me why I want to stay with you. Rekindle.”

I thought about the inscription. “Sweetheart, if what we just did was rekindling, in five months, we’ll burn this place to the ground.”

Gabriella

Alaugh bubbled from my throat as I looked around the small bathroom, my body still quaking from my orgasm. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined my wedding day or its consummation.”

“I meant what I said. In five months, I’ll give you the wedding you deserve.”

A million thoughts cascaded through my mind, settling on the most important. I’d married Damien. Two weeks ago, I would have called him the devil. Now, we share a last name.

Swallowing, I felt the return of the heaviness in my chest. “I feel bad about the people who didn’t share our day. Your dad…” I shook my head. “My parents, Charlotte, Hunter, and Kensie.” My sister Charlotte. Her husband, Hunter, and their daughter, Kensie. “Niles and Jeremy.” More names came to mind.

Damien reached for my cheek. “In December, we will invite everyone you want.”

A legal ceremony.

That’s what we’d done.

A real ceremony in the future.

My mom would be upset, but then again, she always liked Damien.

Inclining my cheek toward his touch, I sighed, looking into the calming waters of his eyes. “I want Derek in attendance.”

Damien’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Me too.”

“Maybe we could keep our marriage to ourselves.”

“The board will need to know, to see proof.”

“We can swear them to secrecy—have them sign an NDA. That could give us five months.” I sighed. “If this doesn’t work, I don’t want the world to know I’m divorced.”

“You won’t be,” he said with steely determination.

“We could give my mom the illusion of planning my wedding.”

“To a man she probably hates.”

I shook my head. “I told my family the truth. I left you.” That made me think of Damien’s parents. “Oh God. Do Marsha and Derek hate me?”

“No. Like I said before, they always liked you, and fuck, you heard Dani. I think they’d take you over me.”

“What about Amber?” The question left a sour taste in my mouth.

His countenance immediately turned. “Amber is a conniving bitch. My parents know that…if you didn’t catch Mom’s venomous stares out there.”

“I was preoccupied with the absurdity that she and Darius married.”

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