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I take a step closer and she leans into me. She wants this kiss too and I plan to make sure she never forgets it.
I dip down and press my lips to hers. I pull her against me, my hands gliding over her ass and pulling her tighter.
The first kiss is testing but then I slide my tongue over her lips, and she opens for me.
I know I shouldn’t make out with my wife on the steps of the courtroom with an impatient judge but fuck it. When we head home, I want Juliet to remember who she married. room with an impatient judge but fuck it. When we head home, I want Juliet to remember who she married.
Chapter Fifteen
Juliet
Leaving Seven and Shawnie at the courthouse and riding up the elevator with Ryker to his penthouse has me wondering how tonight will end.
Will I end up alone in my bed… or naked in his?
He’s already told me that the ball is in my court. If I want something to happen, I’m the one who has to initiate it.
That kiss in the courthouse has me thinking about how much I want to explore that thing further. And the lingerie bag that Shawnie made sure I didn’t leave the courthouse parking lot without feels heavier in my hand than the thin teddies should weigh. The fear of breaking that boundary and getting closer, only for this all to end in two years, makes pursuing this with Ryker feel like a dangerous choice.
The elevator reaches the eighth floor and we step off together, heading for the door.
Ryker stops just shy of the door and swings his arm under my ass while the other arm wraps around my back, pulling me into a cradle hold.
I squeak out a noise and quickly wrap my arms around his neck to hold on, the small white lingerie department bag smacking against his back. The tissue paper inside crinkles from the collision. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m supposed to carry you over the threshold, aren’t I?” he asks, continuing toward the door.
“That’s the tradition. But this marriage is anything but traditional.”
Still, the gesture is sweet and I don’t want him to put me down.
He releases my back while I tighten my hold around his neck as he fishes out his key.
Once inside, Ryker doesn’t put me down right away. His green eyes lock onto mine, and then they dip down to my lips for barely a second. If I hadn’t been watching, I would have missed it. Is he thinking about that kiss in the courthouse like I am?
I want to lean in and kiss him with his mouth so close and this is the perfect opportunity to initiate something between us. But giving into these feelings will only complicate things further.
“Where should I put you down?” he asks.
I don’t know if he’s giving me the opportunity to tell him to take me to his room or if it’s just a simple question. So I opt for the safest route.
“Right here is fine,” I say inside the entry. “I should probably change out of this dress and into regular clothes. I’m sure I have emails from clients and vendors that need responding to.”
Not that I want to take this dress off. I’d wear it all week if I could. Sleep in it and bathe in it too. And getting right back to work as usual less than an hour after getting married feels weird but what else are we going to do in this penthouse all afternoon on our wedding day?
He doesn’t take my instructions. Instead, he walks me through the penthouse, down the hallway, and then he sets me on my heels right in front of my bedroom door.
He waits to make sure I have my footing before he completely releases me. Once he’s sure that I’m stable, he tucks his hands into his pockets like he’s trying to keep from reaching out to touch me any more than he already has.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Haynes,” he says. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be down the hall taking off this suit.”
He turns and heads back down the hallway toward his bedroom.
The title of being a Mrs., but moreover, his Mrs., is a reality check. This is real. We’re married, and now the clock for the next two years begins. A full two years of living as roommates with a man I’m very attracted to. What could possibly go wrong?
I walk into my room and stare at the wall in front of me. Did I make the right decision to tell him to drop me here? Or should I have told him to take me where he wants?
Would he have taken me to his bedroom?
