Page 69 of The Arrangement
“Are you ready for this,Wife?” I whisper against her lips.
“I’m ready for you.”
My mouth captures hers. I intend for this to be a sweet, chaste kiss and make her wait until we get back to the penthouse for more.
It was a good plan.
It was also futile.
She moans as I sweep my tongue against hers. Her body goes limp in my arms, so I haul her tighter against me.
Her head falls to the side, allowing me full access to her mouth.
Her lips are like pillows as I take them, her breath hot and sweet as I breathe it in. She gives as good as she gets with her free hand scratching against my scalp. It sets off a rush of goose bumps across my skin.
“Fuck,” I whisper as we pull apart.
She giggles, panting alongside me.
“May I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Brewer,” Gold Jumpsuit says.
Tate and Ripley clap once again, congratulating the two of us. I can hear my mom’s sounds of joy, and I love that I’ve brought her happiness to counter all the shit she’s been through lately.
“Yes, Chloe and Jason.” Mimi whoops through the phone. “Now, go climb that stud like a tree, Chloe, and make me some great-grandbabies!”
Everyone bursts out laughing. Of course, Mimi would go there.
“Get me back to the penthouse,” Chloe says, her words rough and pleading.
Yup. She’s going to be the death of me.
“We told Mom and Mimi you’d call them later,” Ripley says. “Figured you’d be busy for the rest of the night.”
“And tomorrow,” Chloe says, much to my brothers’ amusement.
“Thanks for coming,” I say, nearly dragging Chloe out of the chapel. “It really does mean a lot to me.”
“To us!” Chloe adds, laughing.
Ripley laughs, too. “We’ll talk about it later. Go enjoy yourselves.”
Tate pats me on the back as we step onto the sidewalk. He and Ripley shout their goodbyes as they head off into the throngs of people on the Strip.
I make a mad dash, bride in hand, to our car. I’m done waiting. I want my wife.
Although, I know that will never stop being true.
I’ll always want her to be mine.
Chapter 17
Chloe
“I’m glad the building isn’t burning down, or we’d be dead,” I say, tapping my heel against the elevator floor.
Jason chuckles beside me, a smug grin on his face. “May I point out that if the building was on fire, we should be taking the stairs?”
“Now isn’t the time for logic, Mr. Brewer. You know what I mean.”
