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I shake my head. “I asked you if you’d been drunk. You told me no. That’s the end of it. I trust you. You would never lie to me or your brothers.”

“I would not. Were you mad at me, though? At least for a minute?”

“Nope. Worst-case scenario was always that you’d gone to Vegas, gotten wasted with friends, and ended up married without a clue. You wouldn’t have been the first. It would have presented a bit of a problem. We would have needed to get it annulled and therefore couldn’t get married in a week. But I would have done whatever was necessary to fix this because you’re going to be my wife. No one else’s.”

She throws her arms around my neck and hauls me off the chair. “I love you, Haden.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

She leans back. “I don’t want to get married next week,” she blurts out.

My brows shoot to the ceiling. Is she so upset about what happened that she has cold feet?

“Let’s do it tomorrow. I don’t need a ceremony. I just want to be yours.”

A relieved breath huffs from my lungs. She fucking scared me for a moment. I finally grin. “You just want to have sex.”

She shrugs. “That might be part of it.”

“Good enough for me. If you want to get married tomorrow, we’ll get married tomorrow.”

She tugs my neck harder, pulling me closer as she scoots back on the mattress. “Really?”

“Yes, baby.” Is she kidding? All I want is for her to be my wife. The sooner the better.

She grins. “I might have an ulterior motive, just so you know.” Her voice is sly and teasing. Whatever she says is going to be silly.

“Yeah? What’s that, jitterbug?”

“Since I just finished my period, I’ll get to spend one week fucking my man in every position imaginable before I get pregnant.”

I chuckle. “Seems like a bizarre reason to get married, but I’m not going to argue with you.” I lower her onto her back and extricate myself from her grip to rise onto my knees and remove my shirt. “I’ll warn you, though…”

She giggles. “What’s that?”

“Every single time we have sex, including the first time, I will do so with the intent of getting you knocked up. That means my come stays inside you. It means we don’t waste it. It means you’ll wear a plug in your cunt to make sure it doesn’t leak out.”

I love the flush on her cheeks and the way her body shudders at my suggestion. She’s so fucking adorable, and she gets cuter when I talk dirty to her.

I grab the hem of my T-shirt—the one she’s wearing—and pull it over her head. Turns out she’s naked underneath, and I lean back to look at her fucking hot body.

Straddling her thighs, I stare down at my woman. “Arms above your head, baby,” I order in a voice that has deepened significantly.

She whimpers as she obeys me.

I trail a finger between her breasts before circling one with the barest of touches.

Her shallow breathing tells me she’s turned on.

“I’m not going to let you come tonight, Emilia.”

Her breath hitches. “Haden…”

“Nope. You’ll wait until we’re married before you have another orgasm.” I tap one of her nipples.

She gasps and tries to arch her chest.

“Tomorrow, after your signature is on a legally binding marriage certificate, I will make you fully mine. I will push my cock so deep inside you that you won’t know where you end and I begin. It won’t matter. We’ll be one person. One being hellbent on creating another life.”