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“I can see you bowling in that dress. The shoes will match.”

“Still crazy.”

His hand came out of nowhere and landed on her waist to jerk her into his arms. “You love it.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. Damn, getting manhandled could be hot. If she didn’t get away from him, they really would be naked, and she could just see her mother knocking on the door while they scrambled to get something on. She wriggled in Jax’s hold and bumped against his crotch. Resistance waned.

“You’re hard,” she accused.

He shrugged. “You’re rubbing your pussy on it. How can I help it?”

“I am not rubbing anything on you, dirty-minded man.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

“I bet. You’ve done enough damage. Now let me go.”

Jax grinned, a self-satisfied look in his eyes. “Shall we tell them at the reception?”

She glared at him. “That we’re going to have stepladder children? No! Well, maybe my mother and your dad to avoid the nonsense, but that’s it. I hope I can handle this craziness.”

He captured a tendril of hair that escaped her coiffure and brushed it to the side. “We will enjoy our children together. I’m your husband now, and you’re my wife. I’ll never leave you, Tae.”

Her heart swelled, and she felt a tide of emotion she put down to being pregnant again so soon after having her first child. Jax knew her. The truth was, she didn’t mind it at all. She adored Little Jaxon, more than she could have imagined, and she and Jax were pretty damn good at caring for him so far. They had learned a lot over the months of her pregnancy and worked to do better each day. She loved him, and he loved her. That’s what was most important.

“I know,” she said. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and I don’t regret a thing.”

He grinned. “Good. Now let me help you with your dress.” His fingers slipped below the lining at her butt, and she smacked his hand. He frowned. “Tae.”

A knock sounded at the door, and he fell silent. Tae slipped out of his hold. “Oh look at that. Too late. Come on, Jax. We have guests waiting for us.”

He groaned. “Fine, but trust me, beautiful woman, you will make up for denying me.”

She purred, thinking of the treasure chest. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”

The End

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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