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She covers her face with her hands. “Nobody will ever buy this house now. I’d feel too guilty selling it to someone anyway.”
“What do you want to do with it?”
She looks around the bathroom and chuckles. “Burn it.”
“That’s not a bad idea, actually.”
“I’m kidding,” she says with a half smile. I help her off the counter and we make our way back downstairs. We walk toward the front door, but she pauses, looking back over her shoulder toward a large painting of her and Dane. “On second thought…” She steps around me. “I’ll be right back.”
I wait by the door and she walks back a moment later, a lighter and candle in her hands. She lights the candle, placing it on a small table near a window with drapes, then she holds the lighter next to the drapes and clicks the button. The small orange flame dances before catching on to the material, a plume of dark smoke appearing. Once the flame has caught the curtain on fire enough, she drops the lighter onto the table and walks toward me. She spins around and stares at the room as the flames begin to climb.
“I turned the oven on and left the burners going without a flame.” I look down at her, impressed. “This place isn’t a home anymore; it’s a tomb.”
I wrap my arm around her, ushering her outside and closing the door behind her. I reach into my pocket and grab my burner phone and dial a number.
“This is Davis.”
“Davis, it’s me. There’s something you need to take care of once it’s done burning.” I rattle off the address. “Consider us even,” I say before hanging up and turning back to Emery. “Let’s go home.”
* * *
Six months later…
“Are you marrying her so she can’t testify against you?”
“Shut the hell up.” I laugh at my brother Foster as I adjust my linen shirt in the mirror.
“Seriously though, I’m happy for you. I know you’ve loved her for a long-ass time. Glad to see you’re finally doing something about it.” Foster smacks my arm, giving it a quick squeeze before heading out of my hotel room.
Had it been up to me, we’d have gotten married at the courthouse the day after I proposed to Emery, but I know that’s not what she wanted. She wanted a sunset wedding in Hawaii and that’s exactly what she’s getting. There’s no big ceremony, just us with my brother Foster and Tilly on a private beach.
After the house burned, there was no mention of a body being found in the wreckage. Just a headline about a mansion that burned after a fire got out of control to the point where firefighters couldn’t put it out.
It was the closure that Emery needed, knowing that all of the memories went up in smoke with the rest of the house. Since that day, it feels like things between her and I just fell into place.
A knock sounds at my door and I walk over to answer it.
“She’s ready.” Tilly smiles, her cherubic cheeks glowing. I follow her down the hall to Emery’s room. She insisted that we have some aspect of a tradition in our wedding so we opted not to see one another beforehand, until our first look. She wanted a private moment between both of us before the ceremony. What I didn’t realize when I agreed to it was that meant we also spent the night before our honeymoon apart. We haven’t spent a night apart since the detective almost killed her. The thought of her alone kept me up most of the night so I did what any rational man would do when it comes to protecting his wife—I sat in the hallway outside her room.
I take in a deep breath, then slowly push the door open. She’s standing on the large balcony that overlooks the ocean, the sound of the waves crashing mesmerizing her. The dress she chose has left her back completely bare. I clear my throat softly so I don’t startle her. She spins around, a huge grin on her face when she sees me.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter as I step toward her. The silk of her dress is draped over her body, clinging to her curves and accentuating her hourglass figure. I can’t stop my hands from running up her sides to her breasts where they are elegantly showcased with a dramatic swooping neckline. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”
“Yeah?” She smiles as I hold her at arm’s length so I can take her all in. “You like it?”
“Like it?” I chuckle, my mouth already watering at the thought of fucking her in it. “Fuck me, I could devour you.”
“Behave. I don’t want you messing it up before the ceremony.”
“Mmm, that doesn’t sound like very much fun,” I say, my fingertips drifting softly down her back. I pull her toward me, placing my lips on her neck. “I haven’t tasted you in over twenty-four hours. You know I don’t like going that long without you on my tongue.”
“You’re insatiable.” Her voice is breathy as her eyes flutter closed.
“You’re just too delectable, too tempting.” I slide one hand around the back of her neck, the other sliding up beneath her dress. “Just one taste.” I drop to my knees, lifting her dress to reveal her sheer lace panties that I pull to the side. I dip my tongue between her folds, grabbing her ass to press her against my tongue.
“Oh yes.” Her hands are in my hair, her thighs spreading farther apart for me as I devour her. She presses against my head, forcing my tongue deeper inside her as her legs shake and quiver. “Mads, baby, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” She’s panting, falling, tumbling over the edge as her orgasm takes over.
I reach for my pants, undoing my button and zipper just enough to fish my cock out. I need to feel her tight cunt milking me. I’m pulling her down on top of me when her arms dart outward to catch herself on my shoulders.
