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“Thanks,” I said, and handed him a twenty. He went to say something, but I was already sweeping Selena down the aisle and toward the exit.

I wanted to get the fuck out of there before I couldn’t contain myself anymore, before I pressed Selena down against a pew and fucked her until she screamed my name right then and there.

“Pictures?” the woman at reception said as we moved past.

“The works,” I said. “Add it to the bill and mail it to me.”

She nodded, smiling, and I hustled Selena out into the Las Vegas afternoon.

Once there, she whirled on me. “What the hell was that?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I said innocently.

“That kiss,” she hissed. “You kissed me.”

“That’s what you’re supposed to do.”

“We’re not really married,” she said. I could tell that lust was gone, completely replaced with anger.

“Technically,” I said, “we are.”

“No kissing,” she said. “No touching, no staring, none of that.”

“If you didn’t want me to stare, you shouldn’t have worn that dress,” I said.

“I just wanted to look good for this.”

“And you really fucking do.”

“Nash,” she said seriously. “This is business.”

“Don’t act like that kiss doesn’t have your pussy soaking wet.

“Nash!”

“Okay, pretend all you want. But I saw that look; I felt that kiss. You want my big cock between those pretty legs. You want me to fuck you until you forget your own damn name.”

“Cut it out,” she said, but with less force.

“As soon as you admit that you want to wrap your legs around my face and let me suck that clit until you scream for more.”

“Okay, you can’t—” she said, but I stopped her. My phone was vibrating for the hundredth time that morning, and I knew exactly who it was. “What?” Selena said, annoyed.

“It’s my publicist,” I said. “I need to take it.”

“Fine.” She crossed her arms and looked away, annoyed.

I picked up the phone. “Livy,” I said.

“Where the fuck are you, Nash?” she snapped. “You get lost again?”

“Guess who got married?”

There was a pause and then she groaned. “You didn’t.”

“I am a happily married man.”

“Where are you?” she asked again. “We can fix whatever you did later.”

“I’m in Las Vegas.”

“What?” she said, clearly angry. I held the phone away from my ear as she yelled for two solid minutes. I was pretty sure she never took a breath, which was beyond impressive.

Finally, there was a pause. “Can I speak?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, still angry.

“I’m in Las Vegas with my new wife, Selena Wood. Start crafting a press release. The pictures and the marriage license will show up at the publisher’s office in a few days.”

“Are you serious about this?”

“I am very serious,” I said.

“This is crazy, even for you.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But what can I say? I’m deep, deep in love with this girl.” I glanced at Selena, but she didn’t look at me.

“Seriously?” Livy asked, skeptical.

“Seriously. We couldn’t wait to make this official.”

She sighed. “Look, I already canceled your stuff for today. Can you meet me in New York by tonight?”

“I can, sure,” I said. “First flight out.”

“Fine.” She paused. “Don’t do anything else until I see you.”

“Bye, Livy.” I hung up the phone.

“Everything okay?” Selena asked.

“Hell no,” I said, laughing. “I just ditched out on some obligations to randomly marry a stranger. Things are definitely not okay.”

She frowned. “I thought this was what you wanted.”

I grinned at her. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, wife.” I began walking toward the strip. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“To get our stuff and then to fly to New York.”

She fell in behind me without saying another word.

My cock was still hard as we hailed a cab and climbed inside, speeding back toward the hotel.





11





Selena





The plane jostled slightly, but I was nestled comfortably in my first-class seat.

The day before felt like a dream. The wedding itself was completely surreal, almost as if it hadn’t happened, especially since we hustled to the airport directly after it was over.

But that kiss had definitely been real.