Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(17)

A glimmer of a smile curved Drew’s lips. “Unless you don’t want one.”

“Only if I don’t have to wear this uniform,” she said with a laugh.

“You’re beautiful, no matter what you’re wearing,” he said softly, taking her by the hand and leading her away from the table. His forest-green eyes were full of sincerity. And desire.

Her heart flipped, and tingles of awareness shot through her. How long had she wanted Drew to look at her like that? How long had she’d written in her journal: Hannah Montgomery. Mrs. Drew Montgomery. And now, it was coming true.

A throat cleared. She snapped out of her daydream and realized that everyone was staring at her. “Could you repeat that?”

“Just say ‘I do’,” Drew prompted. His grip on her hand tightened. “Trust me, Hannah. I’d never hurt you.”

She wasn’t too sure about that, but maybe she could change his mind? Maybe she could convince him that their marriage was forever. “I do.”

The rest of the ceremony went by in a blur, until Drew kissed her again. Then, everything became clear. Sharp. She sighed into his kiss, loving the feel of him. Loving that she’d have the right to kiss him and touch him anytime she wanted.

All too soon, he pulled away, leaving her standing by herself. “Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” she said, and then smashed her lips shut when she saw Drew shake the minister and the witnesses’ hands.

“Mrs. Montgomery, we need your John Hancock as well,” Bill said, and she started.

She was Mrs. Montgomery. Hannah Montgomery.

They all signed the marriage certificate, and then a duplicate one.

“I’ll file this tomorrow.” Bill took the original one and placed it in a manila folder. “First thing.”

“Thanks again, Bill. I have complete confidence in your discretion.” The minister mimed zipping his lips as Drew continued, “Wouldn’t want word to get out that I’m married. At least, not yet.”

“Does that mean our wedding isn’t official?” she asked after the trio left the room.

“It’s official,” Drew said, taking the duplicate and folding it in half, then half again—just like he had with her IOU when she’d given it to him. He shoved it in his suit jacket pocket instead of the briefcase.

How odd. Why wouldn’t he put it in his briefcase?

Drew caught her staring at him. “The government needs their forms. And so does my father.”

“How did you get a marriage license?” she asked.

“I obtained one.”

“Don’t I have to be there, too?”

“Not if I have an affidavit from you.”

“But you didn’t have one of those from me,” she said, and the enormity of what he had done hit her. “You faked my name.”

“I did what was necessary.”

“Was the minister even real?” she cried, throwing her hands in the air. “Or did you fake his ordainment?”

“Minister with the Church of Beer. Completely legitimate and local.”

“We got married in the Church of Beer? My grandmother is going to flip out.”

Drew crossed the room, framing her face with his hands. “She won’t. I promise.”

“But how can you?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

No, he hadn’t, but he had lied to the government and God only knew who else. Instead of answering, she shook her head slowly.

“In a couple of weeks, we’ll have a real ceremony.” He kissed her forehead. “Then a honeymoon. Affidavits aren’t accepted for those.”

She laughed, unable to help herself. “I’m surprised you don’t want a honeymoon tonight.”

His lips moved from her forehead to her cheek and then her jaw, nibbling and tasting her there. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“Do you always try to be one?” she asked as he neared her lips. She was dying for his mouth. The pressure. The firmness. The way his tongue found hers and stroked.

“Of course. I’m a Montgomery.”

His lips found hers, giving her kisses so addicting that she was sure he was a drug. A drug she needed to quit. For now, anyway. “Stop,” she said, turning her face away. “I need to… we need to figure out what’s next.”

Drew let go of her, his eyes hooded. “I booked a room at Chesson House over in Holland Springs.”

“Not here?”

“I need to work, and I thought you would be too much of a distraction.” A ghost of a smile flickered on his face. “It appears I was correct.”

“So we get married and you just go back to work?”