Elizabeth might’ve fainted — or at the very least blacked out.
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Sutton couldn’t stand the wait.
He was shaking all over, scared out of his mind that she was going to say no, tell him to fuck off, or just get up and walk out, leaving him with his dick in his hand.
But she did neither.
In fact, she simply cried while nodding her head and he took that as a resounding yes.
“I will be your wife,” Elizabeth finally answered, her voice choked with tears and he couldn’t wait another moment to touch her.
Reaching across the small table, he pulled her to him, sealing his mouth to hers, loving the feel of her, the taste of her lips.
He wanted a lifetime of this.
It’d taken long enough but he finally realized that something worth having wasn’t taken by force but coaxed and treasured.
He’d never again treat Elizabeth as anything less than what she truly was — his everything.
And he wanted to start their lives together immediately.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for every tear I’ve ever made you cry,” he said in earnest and that made her cry harder, which wasn’t a good start. He chuckled and wiped her face gently. “Are these happy tears?”
“Very happy tears,” she said, her joyful laughter lighting a blaze of happiness through his insides. “Very, very happy tears.”
And that, he decided, was a good start to what was going to be an awesome life.
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“Exquisite.”
Elizabeth closed her eyes at the sound of Sutton’s sultry voice at her neck, allowing but a moment to savor the sexy beast that was her husband.
She was the star tonight and had to remain on point.
“Are you talking about me or the art?” she teased as Sutton took his place beside her and handed her a glass of champagne.
“Both, of course,” he answered correctly with a cheeky grin that she adored.
The reception at Covington House was more than she ever dreamed it would be.
The guests were milling about, exclaiming at her art, and she no longer felt the urge to hide her face with embarrassment at the sensual art she’d created nor did she feel the need to hide her voluptuous body.
In fact, she felt nothing but pride in her creations — and herself — as it should be.
But as proud as she was of herself, there was a section of the exhibit that meant so much more and it was all Sutton’s idea.
Gretchen’s art filled a hallway and there were already buyers lined up to purchase prints.
All proceeds would go to the newly formed foundation in Gretchen’s honor for the research of autism.
In all, everything was wonderful.
All because one man and one woman were destined to love one another — in spite of themselves.
“Come with me,” Sutton said, leading her away from the throng of people and into the director’s office.
“What are you doing?” Elizabeth exclaimed, giggling. “I can’t just leave. I’m the guest of honor!”
“This will only take a minute,” he promised, bending her over the mahogany desk and lifting her dress to expose her hips.
Then he saw that she went without any panties and she giggled at his discovery.
“You little minx,” he said with silky approval. “Methinks you had this in mind from the start.”
“Well…I do know my husband.”
“That you do. And I love your sexy ass for it!”
When they emerged from the office, slightly winded but wearing bright smiles and pinked cheeks, they received a few puzzled glances but Elizabeth didn’t care.
Elizabeth loved that her husband was insatiable…because as it turned out…so was she.
And that was pretty damn awesome.
Life with a Buchanan was nothing short of amazing.
Now, if they were lucky…there might just be a new generation of Buchanans on the way.
If not, they were both happy to keep trying.
Because trying was the best part!
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The End