Page 85 of His Lair

“We literally just stopped dancing two songs ago,” she says.

“Two songs is a long time to wait to feel your body against mine.” I lean down and capture her lips in a searing kiss.

“I can’t believe we got married. I never thought I’d ever get married,” she says.

“Why not?”

She shrugs. “Because I never thought I’d find someone who could love me. The real me.”

“Lailani, I love you. Every single inch of you. And I always will,” I tell her.

“Always can be a long time.”

“Let’s hope it is.” I swirl her around and then pull her back against my chest.

“Let’s start the honeymoon,” she whispers. “I’ve been desperate to feel you inside me since we saidI do.”

Picking Lailani up bridal-style, I walk out of the ballroom, not bothering to say goodbye to a single person. It’s not like we knew a lot of the guests anyway, considering they were here to watch my mother and John get married. But I didn’t care who was in attendance becauseshewas. The woman who was always meant to be my wife.

“You should have told me sooner,” I say, stepping into the elevator and pressing the penthouse floor.

“Nope, take me to your lair. I want you to fuck me in your lair, Sammie.” Lailani blushes, despite her dirty words. Or maybe because of them.

I don’t need to be asked twice, though. I hit the card against the reader and punch in the code for the basement. If my wife wants me to take her to my lair, then that is exactly where I’m going to take her.