Page 93 of Auctioned to the Devil

“Could lock the door.”

“We are not having sex before our wedding.”

“Fine.”

His mouth moves to my neck. “After.”

“We have a reception.”

“Don’t care.”

“Forty-two people are coming.”

“They can entertain themselves.”

I laugh and push at his chest.

He doesn’t budge.

“Do you know what happens at receptions?”

“Yeah.”

“What?”

“I take my wife upstairs.”

I stare at him. “That’s not how receptions work.”

“It is now.”

His hand settles over my stomach. Something about the gesture changes his expression. The teasing fades. His thumb moves once over the silk.

“I can’t wait to put babies in you.”

My entire body goes hot. “Jesus Christ.”

“What?”

“You cannot say things like that five minutes before I walk down the aisle.”

“Why?”

“Because now I’m thinking about it.”

His mouth curves. “Good.”

“Caleb.”

“How many?”

I blink. “How many what?”

“Babies.”

I laugh. “We haven’t even managed to get married yet.”

“Three.”