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Valerie

“Do you want coffee?”Lief asks two days later as we’re still preparing for the party.

“I want Hunter and Chase to get home. We can’t be late to our own party,” I grumble.

Lief shakes his head at me, catches me, and pins me between his sexy body and the counter in the kitchen. I suck in a breath as I look up at him. After Chase and Hunter had me two nights ago, Lief ate me, fingered me and fucked me in the kitchen, just like he promised. Even coffee hadn’t been enough to keep me awake after that.

Since then, Chase and Hunter have been busy at the mansion. Lief’s been doing training, but he’s consistently home by four. It’s a gift–just like he said it would be. I love knowing when to expect him.

Lief kisses my temple. “You look beautiful.”

“White feels weird,” I say, looking down at my long-sleeved white dress. It’s short and glittery with some cherry blossom embroidery. I smooth it down and shake my head. “But it’s the right thing to wear, right? I mean, we’re celebrating our engagement, which means thinking of the wedding and wedding means white dress, right?”

Lief pulls one of my hands up and kisses my knuckle. The bit of scruff on his jaw makes even that feel dangerous. My heart lurches in my chest. “Lief.”

“You are the bride,” he says before kissing the inside of my wrist. Can he feel my pulse jumping up? “You decide what color you want.”

“People expect white.”

“I don’t care,” he says, continuing to kiss up my arm. Soft lips and sharp scruff, a wild combination that I definitelyneedto feel on my thighs. “Have you ever let someone else’s expectations stop you from doing what you want?”

“No,” I rasp.

“Don’t you dare change that now,” he purrs before kissing my cheek.

“And what doyouwant, Lief?” I ask.

He puts some cream in my coffee, then adds whipped cream as well. He blinks a few times. “I want to be your husband.”

“You don’t have any preferences for the wedding itself?”

“That it happens soon so I can call you ‘wife’,” he says.

“That simple for you?”

Lief turns me around so I can have my coffee, but he pulls my dress up in the back. “The pearls.”

“Lief,” I insist.

“It is that simple. I’ll read my vows to you. Do the details matter so much when it means we’ll be together forever?” He asks against my ear.

“Well, when you put it like that and-” He jerks on the panties, making sure that the pearls rub and wiggle over my clit, stealing my breath. I arch back and let out a little moan. “Viking.”

“The second Hunter sees this, you’re going to be in trouble. He won’t care if there’s a party. He’ll just want you,” Lief informs while still playing with the underwear. “How are you going to hide it when you sit?”

“I’ll ... figure it out,” I pant.

“Let’s see.”

I walk over to the couch and sit, crossing my legs at the ankle. Still, now that Lief’s gotten me wet, the torture is twice as intense. I shift and barely quiet a moan. I nod once. “You’re right, I should change.”

Lief nods, but crosses the distance between us. I point at him. “I’m all put together, that means behaving.”

He smirks, and I shake my head. “Don’t you use those sexy eyes. I mean it. I’m not going to-”

He grabs my ankles and has me nearly upside down with my ass resting just below his chest. Lief spreads my legs over his shoulders and groans. “I don’t think I even need to move this underwear.”

“Viking!” I moan.

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