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“It’s my wedding day and the only one I’m going to have. I wanted to make the most of it.”

He felt a tingle at hearing her say that. “Still..,” he moved up to her calves and kneaded the flesh, loosening the tight knots. “You really do not know when to stop. Good thing you have me.”

“Okay.”

He flashed her his devastating grin that her stomach jittering. He had gotten rid of the jacket as soon as they entered the foyer and opened the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing the dense dark hairs on his chest.

His gold ring, the one she had placed there, flashed as the light from the fire hit it, reminding her that she was married to him. As if she needed a reminder.

This gorgeous and complex man was hers, in every sense of the word.

“How does that feel?”

“Much better!” She sighed and stretched her legs out in satisfaction.

“Let me get the dress off.”

“You just want to stare at my naked body.”

“I have a legal right to do so.” Rising, he set about taking her clothes off.

“Panties too.” He grinned as he eased it over her swollen belly. His hands settled on the bump, an intense expression on his face as he felt the movements. They were having a boy and a girl and were playing around with names.

“We haven’t chosen names yet.”

“I know. I am making a list.”

He shook his head at her. “You and your bloody lists. Chloe for the girl and Caleb for the boy.”

“I’ll still like to think about it.”

“Madelyn for the middle name and your dad’s name was Jeremiah was it not?”

She nodded.

“Caleb Jeremiah and Chloe Madelyn.”

Her eyes misted. “That could actually work.”

He sat at her hip, his hands cupping her face. “I know how much you suffered because your dad wasn’t there to give you away.”

She leaned against him and blinked the tears away. Tonight was her wedding night, and she wasn’t going to allow anything – not even disturbing memories to spoil it.

“I would like to believe he was there in spirit and would have approved of you.”

“Would he?” He eyed her in amusement. “I seriously doubt that.”

“He would have.” She insisted. “After some convincing that you are more than extreme good looks and a boatload of money and arrogance.”

“Why, thanks.” He muttered dryly. Easing away, he made short work of taking off his clothing, before joining her. “I think you should try and get some sleep.”

“Is that what you think?” She was already sliding her foot up his leg and onto his thigh.

“Yes.” He hiss out a breath as she wriggled her toes against his inner thigh, too near to that part of him that was so vulnerable to her.

Clamping a hand around her ankle, he managed to stop her exploration.

“It’s our wedding night.”

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