Page 77 of Wrong Bride


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He roared his release as she found hers and he pumped a couple more times giving her all of his hot cum and taking every drop of hers.

Panting, they did nothing but stand there for a second wrapped up in each other.

“You’re a fucking angel, baby.” All the waiting had paid off and not a moment too soon. He knew Genevieve would be his again, knew it deep in his soul. Now that he had her, it would take God Himself to tear them apart again. “You okay, sweetheart?”

She nodded and loosened her legs. He held her until she gained her feet. The idea of her wearing his cum all over her cunt and thighs under that pretty skirt of hers made his cock hard again.

Biting her lip, she looked up at him, a mischievous look in her eye. “Want a do-over for our missed dinner date last night?”

“Only if you spill the beans on how you think you’re going to save your building.”

She stole a glance his way with a devilish grin. “Are you trying to turn the tables of blackmail on me, Mr. Morgan?” She pursed her lips and it made him want to kiss her again. “Besides, it’s our building now. We’ll both be calling Pinegrove home.”

He tilted his head in agreement. “Can’t argue that point.”

“Okay, since I really relish the idea of eating steak tonight, I’ll spill.”

She led them to a fallen log beside the lake that had a deep firepit in front of it from other people using the same spot to watch the sunset, no doubt. Gentle waves washed against the shore and the sunset lingered just over the horizon as a dusting of stars dotted the sky. This far away from the traffic, all they could hear was the water and the birds who were settling down for the day.

He sat and pulled her onto his lap. “Last night Venus called up her brother Cooper. Do you remember him?”

He nodded. “Name does ring a bell. He was a grade or two higher than us?”

“Right. Well, he happens to be on the way to Pinegrove and will be here tomorrow. He’s agreed to meet with us about the building.”

He looked at her puzzled.

She rolled her eyes and stood, the flap of sandal against the sole of her foot marked her steps on the sandy shore as she paced.

“Lemme back up there a minute. I guess I jumped the gun there out of excitement. Cooper is a renowned architect that recently worked on restoring parts of a deteriorating castle in Ireland. He’s racked up lots of experience on how to work with an old building like ours. He’s agreed to take a look and talk over ideas with you and the board if you agree. Throw some numbers and give you a rough estimate.”

Wow. She worked faster than a group of men that did nothing elsebutwork all day. What took them four months to plan out came together for her in less than a day. Maybe he needed a new partner.

“In all honesty, we never considered saving the building. Your idea seems better and worth the effort to explore.”

He stood and took her in his arms. “I guess tomorrow we see how we are going to saveourbuilding.”

“What about the board members? What if they don’t agree?” She bit at her lip

The worry he saw in her eyes pulled at him in a way he never expected. “Don’t worry about them, baby—let them be my problem. Then again,” he shrugged, “you can go all Genevieve Summers on them again if they don’t fall into line. I think they almost liked how you gave them a smackdown yesterday.”

A burst of laughter tore from her. “Oh damn. I can’t believe I did that. I don’t think I could face them again without turning beet red.”

“What I can’t believe is that you broke into Town Hall and stole my blueprints and my cum.” He pegged her with a heated smirk and a raised brow.

“Yeah sorry about using them for window decorations.”

A slow smile spread across Genevieve’s lips. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him in closer. “I’d do it again if it meant getting your attention the way I did.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve got it now and forever.”

A gentle breeze swept off the water and played with the loose strand of her hair. He twirled a lock around his finger before moving his hand to cup the back of her head. “I think you’re a genius, Genevieve Summers. Pure genius and the love that pours out of you for the people and places you care about makes me feel lucky to be by your side. I know you don’t want promises, but I’m going to anyway. I promise to see this through. To prove that I love you and always have. I hope you’ll let me.” He checked his watch and grinned as an idea formed.

“Mrs. Havershaw said seven ‘o’clock for the blooming of the Titan Alum?”

Genevieve shook her head. “We have fifteen minutes, give or take.”

He grabbed her hand, pulled her into him as they double paced it to the flower festival. He had that stinky flower all wrong from the beginning. Growing up, he’d seen his mother tend to her exotic flowers and enjoy a few moments alone with his dad admiring nothing but a bulb.

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