Page 95 of King of Corruption

“You might have to stop calling me baby when the real baby comes,” I say between kisses.

“Never.” And then our little kisses turn into a full-on make-out session.

We opted for a destination wedding this time, in Hawaii. I can hear the ocean lapping at the shore as Ryker rolls me onto my back, coming on top of me.

He’s careful to balance his weight on his knees and forearms as my legs wrap around his.

I dig my fingers into his hair, the ache between my thighs pulsing with a familiar need. I can’t seem to help myself when he starts touching me.

“You’ll always be my baby,” he says against my lips. “And I’m always going to take care of you.”

I pull back to look into his eyes. “Stay. I don’t want to be without you.”

I see the waver in his eyes. The temptation.

All during the period of time that we put our relationship on hold, he was there whenever I needed him. He didn’t push, he didn’t ask me for anything.

And I really appreciate how he’s doing everything he can to make this wedding the opposite of the first.

The dress, the setting, the flowers—they are all designed to make me feel special. To show his love.

But I feel that already. My doubts about myself and my husband have burned away, leaving just us.

A knock sounds on the door. Ava. My maid of honor.

And my niece, Anna, she’s my flower girl, but her dress doesn’t match Ava’s, it matches mine.

“Tell her to go back to Dimitri,” I say as Ryker pushes up from the bed.

“If it’s what you want,” he says with a wicked grin. “Who am I to say no?”

I smile back. In my husband’s arms is where I belong. Tonight, and every night. For the rest of our lives. Happily, ever after.