Page 96 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Staring into his gray eyes, a smile swept across my lips. “The first day I barged into your life you witnessed first-hand the real me. Ritchie, you didn’t back down. Didn’t cower and turn your back on me. You were determined to show me I was the woman you wanted in your life. Thank you for showing me what real love looks like. Outside of my best friends I didn’t know I could experience this kind of love. I can’t promise every day will be easy with me but know that I love you. There’s no other man on this earth for me. Only Ritchie Toscana.”

Tears welled in his eyes.

I made the big guy tear up. Warmth swept over my body. I didn’t tell a lie. He was the only man for me.

The officiant continued her speech.

After we exchanged rings, the officiant said the words I couldn’t wait to hear. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Ritchie cupped my cheeks. His eyes held mine briefly before taking my lips in a bruising kiss. My hands pressed against his white suit jacket as my tongue slipped into his mouth, tangling with his. I was so caught up in our kiss I almost forgot we were standing at the altar.

Reluctantly, I released his lips. “We’re married,” I gushed.

“Mrs. Toscana, you’re all mine.”

He whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to hear you call my name all night long.”

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait either.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

RITCHIE

THE LAST NIGHT TOGETHER

My large hand squeezed hers as I stared into her eyes. “We’ll have a reception in two weeks.” Hopefully, everything will have died down by then.

Tori snorted, then stared out the window as Bricks rolled to a stop outside our hotel.

“You don’t think that will happen?” I asked.

Tori peered into my gray eyes. “I can’t ask any more if you want to remain in my life because you jumped feet first into a relationship with a woman who is half crazy due to childhood trauma. I’m also from the street, Ritchie. My world is never calm. So do I think we’ll have a reception in two weeks?” She shrugged. “Maybe.”

Her fingers caressed my bearded jaw as Bricks opened the rear passenger door for Tori.

“Whenever we have our reception, it will be just fine. I have just what I want right here. I am your wife, Tori Toscana.” Tears pooled in her eyes.

I nipped her pouty bottom lip before slipping my tongue past her lips. Tori greedily sucked my tongue, showing ownership. She was the perfect woman for my life.

Tori pulled back with a cute smirk. “Let’s consummate our union.”

She eased off the peanut butter leather seat, standing before Bricks. “Thank you,” she stated.

“It’s a pleasure to serve one of the greatest bodyguards and his wife.”

I stepped out of the Mercedes SUV and palmed his shoulder. “Thanks Bricks.”

He smiled.

Wrapping Tori’s hand in my large one, I led her through the lobby.

I glanced at her ass as she moved with grace into the elevator. I placed the keycard against the keypad. The doors slid shut. My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I leaned into her ear. “Tori, baby, I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl so I can watch that fat ass bounce up and down on my cock.”

A whimper escaped her lips. “I’m so wet right now, Ritchie.”

The doors opened to the penthouse suite.

“I know you are. After I sweep the suite, I plan to strip you out of this beautiful dress.”

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