Page 91 of The Wedding Wrecker

James smiled. "Still can't believe she's expanding already."

"All thanks to Marcus's investment firm." I checked the message. "And... yep. She says to tell you she's still mad you wouldn't let her call it 'Wake the F*ck Up Coffee.'"

"The FDA would never approve it. I saved her a headache."

"Since when do you care about approval?"

His hand slid higher under my shirt. "Since a certain wedding planner made me want to be a better man."

"Smooth talker." But I melted into him anyway. "We really should prepare for this consultation..."

"You’re right. I’ve got a… rather large problem I need to handle before our clients arrive.” James took my wrist and guided my hand to his lap.

“You weren’t kidding,” I said, gripping him through his jeans. “That’s a huge problem. How do you suggest we handle it? Were you thinking amputation?”

James shivered. “Not funny.”

I slid my palm across him, loving how he groaned against my neck. “Or… were you thinking about a more hands-on approach?”

“That one. Or… mouth-on. Or pussy-on. As your business partner, I feel I should let you take the driver seat.”

“I’ve always been bad at making choices.”

“Fine. You’ve twisted my arm properly, I’ll just have to settle for the sampler platter. Give me all three.”

I laughed against his neck, planting a few kisses there and loving his scent, as always. "The clients?—"

"Won't be here for fifty-eight minutes." He stood, lifting me with him. "You had better get started, Miss Marshall. I have been known to enjoy long samples, and we’ve got three to experience.”

“Is that right?”

He carried me toward the couch in the corner of our shared office. “I can never get enough of you. Fuck,” he growled. “I’m addicted, Em.”

“Good. You had better be.”

Fifty-six minutes later, we straightened our clothes and reviewed our notes one last time. James's hair was beyond help, but somehow he made it look intentional.

"Ready?" he asked as our clients approached the office.

I squeezed his hand. "With you? Always."

He smiled in that way of his that still made my heart skip. "I love you. Even if you won't let me call it 'Wreck-Prevention Services.'"

"I love you too. Even if you almost ruined my career twice."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope." I kissed him quickly. "Good thing you have the rest of our lives to make it up to me."

His eyes went soft. "Promise?"

"Promise."

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EPILOGUE - JAMES

The ring box burned a hole in my pocket as I watched Emma work her magic.

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