Page 118 of Both Sides Now

But Callista is right there, riding the moment, so tight and wet around me. Huffed groans fly from her lips with each thrust, her body quivering around my cock.

Folders and pens slide from the desk as I pound into her, feeling the friction build between us. She clamps down around me as her body releases, and everything goes silent as I collapse forward onto my forearms, pouring myself into her.

My heart pounds like a freight train, threatening to infarct from the heated passion.

What a way to die, right?

Screw that nonsense. I have a ton of living to do, all with this sexy Brit splayed out underneath me, her body still shaking from the force of her climax.

Her throaty chuckle snaps me from my reverie. “Care to share?”

“Hell, no.” She breathes out a heated sigh. “I was just thinking I have the hottest husband-to-be in the world. So, no, Dr. Russo, I willnotshare.”

I nuzzle her nose, loving this possessive side of Calli. “Promise?”

“Oh, so many things, my love. Anything your heart desires.”

But I know the truth. She’s my heart’s desire, and she’s finally back where she belongs.

“Don’t even say it,”I joke, tossing a beer in my cousin’s direction. “Not a word. Notoneword.”

“The man who swore he’d never get married is about to walk down the aisle. What would I say? That hell has frozen over?” He cracks open the beer, knocking it against mine in a toast. “Salud.”

This is why I wanted to get married on a beach in the Caribbean. No family to drive me absolutely insane. But my mother would have cried buckets of tears if she missed the ceremony, and Callista shocked the hell out of me by requesting a full-on affair. Turns out she and Charlie married at the courthouse.

With me, she wanted the fairytale scenario.

Who am I to say no to the woman I love? Even if I am stuck with a full day of ribbing from well-intentioned family members.

She’s worth it. The best part? She now knows that she’s worth it.

My cousin checks his watch and then downs the last of his beer, ending with a resounding belch. All the class. “Shake a leg. It’s time to get out there.”

“I’ve been ready.”

“Man, don’t tell anyone, but I was a wreck before my wedding. Are you nervous?”

“You were inebriated,” I remind him.

“Same difference. Fucking terrified, if we’re honest, but it all worked out. So, if you’re nervous?—”

“I’m not. At all. Slightly annoyed with you, but otherwise, fine.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder, giving him a brotherly squeeze. He knows I love him. He’s damn lucky, too. Otherwise, I’d have buried his sarcastic ass years ago.

We stroll into the outdoor chapel area, the air heady withthe aroma of flowers from the garden. My cousin gives me a reassuring elbow, but he doesn’t need to worry.

I’m not nervous. Looking back, I realized Calli was meant for me from our first coffee date. Not that it was a date, but it was when I knew my heart wasn’t safe in any form from the tiny Brit.

Thankfully, she loves me back, and her love is fierce. When she finally allowed herself the space to grieve for what she’d lost, she came back stronger than ever. It’s almost amusing how possessive she’s become since our reconciliation, ensuring everyone knows I’m taken.

Not that I’d stray. It’s never even a thought. The woman’s sex drive is off the charts, and I’m soaking in every delicious moment. Hell, she wears me out several times per week, but I manage to hold my own.

Last night was no exception. I know, tradition says you shouldn’t see the bride the night before. Screw that shit. I wanted my woman in my arms.

So, I set out down the hallway to sneak into her room and ended up meeting her halfway. Turns out, she had the same idea.

We didn’t get much sleep but it was so damn worth it.

The music swells, signaling the start of the ceremony. It’s go time.

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