Page 57 of His Lovebug

Morgan chuckled. “Look at you, reading the fancy scientific words.”

I shook my head. “He’s studying nursing. Did you expect anything less? He’s going to sound very medical on us soon.”

“Shut your anal sphincter,” he teased, and I laughed.

Someone cleared their throat behind us, and we all turned at the same time. A woman with gray curls and half-moon glasses grinned at us. “Looking for a wedding?”

“Yes,” I said gruffly, eyes narrowed carefully. We’d been to a couple of other flower shops, and the moment they’d learned that it was me and Quin who were getting married, they’d grown colder. I’d made a mental note of who they were so I could make sure to destroy their businesses later. “Me and my fiancé.” I curled an arm around Quin’s waist and dragged him closer.

Her smile never dimmed and she clapped her hands. “Brilliant. I do love weddings. I see you’re looking at the moth orchid, very beautiful. Bright, vibrant, and just a generally gorgeous flower for bouquets or as decoration.”

“I do like the color,” Quin murmured, a flush spreading across his cheeks.

“Oh, honey, that’s the most important thing.” Her smile went even wider, and she reached over to pinch his cheek. “It’s your big day, and it’s all about making you happy. Isn’t that right, fiancé?” She gave me a pointed look that reminded me of the same one Morgan had scalded me with earlier.

I dropped my hold on his waist and held up my palms. “Anything he wants, he can have. I don’t even know why I’m here because we could get married in a bathtub in our birthday suits, and I’d still be the happiest man in the world to make Quin mine.”

“Aw. So adorable.” She shook her finger at Quin. “You are one lucky young man. This is the kind of person you want to marry.”

“I know.” He smiled at me, and I winked.

“Now, let’s talk flowers.” She hooked her arm around his elbow and dragged him off, and I waved for Morgan to follow them.

While they were distracted talking about decorating the hall that Quin had already decided on, I grabbed my phone from my pants pocket and checked my messages. I grinned when I saw one from Royal.

Royal Pain in the Ass

Car ready. I delivered it in front of the florist.

I snorted as I sent a thumbs-up emoji to him and took a seat in one of the husband chairs at the front of the store. I leaned back and did the paperwork that could be handled on a small screen.

An hour swept by before Quin and Morgan were standing in front of me again, a large smile taking up most of Quin’s face.

I stood and wrapped him in a hug, kissing his cheek. “Happy with your choices?”

“Absolutely.” He flashed me his pretty white teeth. “Our wedding will be amazing.”

“I have no doubt about it.” I cupped his face and slanted my mouth over his, kissing him with gentleness. “I love you, Baby Girl.”

This morning, he’d told me he preferred feminine pet names, and I followed his wishes. Whatever he chose, I went in the same direction as he did, as long as I knew what he needed. The length between his legs was either a dick or a clit, his hole was either his asshole or his pussy, and it was all at his discretion. As long as hewas mine, I was willing to move heaven and hell to make him the happiest person in the world.

“I love you, too.”

“I have a present for you.” I winked at him when he gaped at me. Slipping my hand into his, I led him outside. I knew the moment his gaze landed on the car because he went still and his eyes widened.

In front of him, the new Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet stood out with its sparkly rose-gold custom paint. Compared to the cars around it, the Porsche was spectacular and eye-catching, exactly like its owner. The pink metallic hubcaps were the finishing touch that took the whole customization over the top.

“Is that for me?” The moment his gaze met mine, my insides turned warm and wobbly.

“Of course, Princess. No one else in this city would have a car like that.” I pulled out the keys I had with me. Royal had the spare set, which I’d get from him later. “It’s all yours. Even better than your other car.”

He whooped and spun on his heel, jumping into my arms.

I grabbed him and dragged him closer while he pressed kisses across my face, unable to hold in his excitement. Morgan came rushing out the door, and Quin wriggled from my hold so he could run to her, and they squealed together.

I laughed and shook my head. “Why don’t you two head to the Courtesan in Quin’s new car? Did you decide on the flowers?”

“We’re still talking about them, but I really like the orchids.” He pouted in thought.

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