Page 24 of If You Give a Billionaire a Bride

That’s not an appropriate thought to have during a family photo session.

That doesn’t stop my cock from pulsating with excitement. I use my newfound daydream to keep me in the present as I caress Everly’s hand in a hypnotic fashion—back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She sits still as a statue but grips my calf tightly, proof that my touch is affecting her—no acting necessary.

Her reaction pushes me forward, and I drag a finger along her arm, leaving goosebumps in my wake. I pause for effect, andas she lets out her next breath, I plant several kisses along her shoulder as my hands tug her closer to me. The tension crackles between us.

“Why don’t you kiss her on the mouth, Cash,” Lani suggests as she snaps another picture.

That’s a terrible idea.

Common sense doesn’t stop me from fixing on Everly’s plump red lips, practically begging to be kissed. Technically, our first kiss was at the chapel after we exchanged vows, but we were both buzzed, and I didn’t get to enjoy it the way I wanted to. There’s no chance I’m passing up the opportunity to taste her now that we’re sober.

One little kiss can’t hurt, right?

I’m sure that thought will come back to haunt me later, but I can’t find it in me to care.

My dick is doing the thinking when I lightly grasp Everly’s chin and tip her head back, coming face-to-face with her wanton expression, her chocolate-brown eyes ablaze with desire. Our intermingled panting is music to my ears as I slant my mouth across hers.

“Can I kiss you, Ev?” I murmur.

“You’ll smear my lipstick,” she whispers teasingly.

“Fuck it, I’m kissing you anyway.” I brush my lips against hers in a teasing stroke, and I’m both shocked and pleased when a soft moan escapes her mouth. As I deepen the kiss, the tension between us becomes an inferno.

Our lips are interlocked as I cup her cheek with my hand. She shifts position—her ass pressed against my rock-hard cock.

Kissing her is like tasting forbidden fruit. Every touch is electric; every breath is charged with anticipation, making it all the more sweet.

I’m lost in the moment when Lani’s high-pitched voice jolts me back to reality. “That was perfect,” she exclaims. “I got so many incredible shots. I’m all set.”

I jerk my head up to find her retrieving her equipment bag from one of the benches nearby. Everly and I were so caught up in the intensity, I briefly forgot Lani was here.

My gaze pings back to Everly. She stares at me, cheeks flushed, like she can’t believe what just happened. She finally snaps out of it, scrambling out of my arms, pausing when she sees my face.

“Uh, you should take care of that,” she says as she motions to my lips.

I swipe at my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning when I glance down at my hand, now marked with red lipstick.

“I’m going inside,” she announces, refusing to make eye contact.

She puts her shoes back on in record time before hustling toward the house.

“I’m right behind you.”

Holy shit, I just kissed Everly…again.

Now is not the time to panic; it won’t do me any good.

When I look at the house, I spot Harrison and Dylan watching out the window with smug expressions on their faces.

Even I’m starting to see that our dilemma has gotten out of hand. The sooner we leave for London, the better.

Something tells me that our kiss just complicated things, especially since now I want to do it again… andagain.

7

EVERLY

“BYE, GIGI. BYE, PAPA,” LOLAyells from the window as Dylan pulls out of the driveway, the headlights cutting through the dark. “Bye, Presley and Jack! Bye, Cash and Everly!”

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