Page 25 of Own the Eights Gets Married
He lovingly tipped her chin up and brushed his thumb across her plump, kissable lips.
How he loved her!
The wedding frau was spot-on when she said he’d never expected to find this kind of love with anyone, let alone the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on—even in a librarian cardigan and Birkenstock sandals. He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent, so ready to kiss the woman he was going to marry when a loud guttural sound pierced the air.
“Miss Jensen, Mr. Marks, Frau Lieblingsschatz is on a schedule,” the wedding nymph said, appearing from nowhere.
This lady was really starting to freak him out.
With a minute shake of his head, trying to get his bearings back, he helped Georgie into the car, and they took their seats across from the wedding planner.
“Please, put on the blindfolds,” she directed without looking up from her notebook.
“You’re serious about this?” he asked, holding up the silky fabric.
The frau set her notebook on the seat next to her and leaned forward. “I am taking you to a secret location. This place is only known to the very well-connected in the Denver wedding underground.”
Holy hell! There was a Denver wedding underground?
This was the nuptial version of Neo being offered the red or blue pill inThe Matrix. If he put on the blindfold, the truth would be revealed.
Could he handle the truth?
Well, the truth about what he could only guess were questions like, how many bridesmaids would they need, and how not to poke someone’s eye out when throwing the bouquet. And then there was that saying, borrowed, blue, shiny, new…
Dammit! That didn’t sound right!
Maybe there was more to planning a wedding.
“We have to do this?” Georgie asked.
Somehow, the frau’s stony expression grew more stoic. “Your wedding is not only an important day for the two of you. As I understand it, several media outlets will have an interest in covering it. You two are popular like those girls on the internet, doing makeup tutorials for millions of people, yes? Like, teaching people how to get the perfect cat eye?”
He sat back and met the frau’s gaze head-on. Did she think they were a couple of bogus social influencers?
“We help people live healthy and fulfilled lives,” he corrected.
“But you write about it on a blog and then talk to a camera to share your thoughts?” she pressed.
“Yes,” he answered, sensing the frau’s trap.
“You are famous for not doing much more than discussing your beliefs.”
He shared a look with Georgie.
“We do much more than that. In our blog and with our businesses, Georgie and I help people live better lives every day, Frau Lieblingsschatz,” he answered, conviction lacing his words.
The wedding planner sat back. “Good! We understand each other. That’s what I do to help couples plan their dream wedding. So, you’re going to follow the Lieblingsschatz protocol, and that means you are to put the blindfolds on. Do not fret. We don’t have far to go.”
Georgie’s gaze bounced from him to the silky fabric in her hands before she secured the blindfold over her eyes.
“Mr. Marks,” the wedding frau prompted.
He put the damn thing on, then reached for his fiancée’s hand. What he wouldn’t do to rewind this day back to waking up with Georgie in his arms and his cock between her thighs. It was hands down the absolute best way to start the day.
An early riser for most of his life, he was always up before her. This allowed him the opportunity to brush an errant lock of hair from her cheek and pull her close while dropping kisses to her lips and chin and neck. He’d been anxious about the upcoming morning TV proposal he, Hector, and Bobby had planned. But in those moments when it was the two of them, curled together like sleeping cats, the sun barely a sliver in the sky, he’d forgotten his worries and had given in to his desire.
It wasn’t hard to do with a goddess asleep in his arms.
