Page 81 of Doctor I Do

She steps in behind me, and I waste no time yanking her to me and locking lips with her. Pushing her back against the tiles, we disappear into the steam of lust.

“If we seat your family at this table and us at this one, would that be okay?” Sonya’s eyes flick between mine and Tahlia’s.

We’re at the restaurant we’re getting married in next Friday, looking down at the tables set up as a mock-up, so we can get the seating arrangements and menu decided.

I have my fingers linked tightly with Tahlia’s, and it feels natural. To hold her hand and be out as a couple after last night is surprisingly easy.

“Please, take a seat,” Gary suggests. He has staff beside him, holding plates of food. We all take a seat, and as the staff lower the plates onto the table, I don’t miss the way the young server eyes Tahlia. His eyes drop over her face and then down the low-cut top and to her ample cleavage. My teeth clench. I know what he’s thinking, and I don’t like it one fucking bit. I’m close to telling him to keep his eyes where they should be and not on Tahlia or her goddamn body. The possessiveness pumping through my veins is foreign, and I’m worried about how fucked I am when it comes to her.

I’ve never thought of anyone as mine. But with her, I do.

She’s fucking mine.

I’m tense until he leaves the room. I’ll have to talk with Gary about his staff and let him know that guy will not be here on my wedding day.

No fucking chance.

“Are we going to fight over what we eat, or are we going to compromise?” I smile down at Tahlia before kissing her cheek.

She giggles at my pepper of kisses up her neck. “Depends if you like what I like.”

“Oh, I think I like what you do,” I whisper into her skin before pulling back and giving her a wink.

“Well, then we won’t fight.”

I shake my head with a smile and take a bite of my Baklava.

“Honey, try this,” I say, holding the spoon up to her mouth. She opens her mouth wide and wraps her luscious lips around the metal. It immediately reminds me of how well she took my dick last night.

Fuck. This isn’t the time to be thinking of that. I don’t want to be getting an erection around her parents.

“What are the plans for your bachelor party?” her mom asks.

Internally, I groan. I don’t want to go, but I know if I don’t, it’ll be suspicious. I asked for something low-key, but I’m not the one who organized it. Mike, being loved up and married with baby Ethan, should give me something quiet. Like dinner and drinks.

“I don’t know. Mike said it’s a surprise.” I look over to Tahlia’s dad, who’s nodding between bites of food.

“What are you girls doing?” I ask, peering over to Tahlia, and then her mom, for answers.

“Alice is still breastfeeding and sleep deprived, so I said we’ll have it at my house.”

My back stiffens. She registers what she said and quickly corrects herself.

“At Madison’s, where I used to live.” She laughs, but I don’t.

She has a new home, and it's with me.

Her mom picks up her wineglass, taking a sip before lowering it to the table. “Yeah, just dinner, some games, drinking, and that’s it. Tahlia isn’t into clubs and drinking heavily.”

This intrigues me, and if my memory serves me correctly, there’s been numerous times I’ve seen her at Luxe with Blake and Maddison. Dancing, drinking, and having fun. I think the person who doesn’t like drinking and dancing and going out is her mom. Because the woman she’s describing isn’t Tahlia.

Touching Tahlia’s leg, I squeeze it. I told her to not wear panties under her dress today, and I’m barely keeping my thoughts in check as I touch her.

“No, she’s such a respectable woman.”

Chapter 28

Tahlia

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