“What’s that?”
“What do you think of the name Juniper?”
She made a face. “That’s awful. Why Juniper?”
“I thought we could name our kid after where he was conceived.” His tongue flicked along her earlobe and oh, goodness, her nipples were getting hard. She needed to tell him to stop or else she was going to have headlights through the entire ceremony. Of course, she didn’t tell him to stop. It felt too darn good.
“Then we would need to name him Concrete Bench or maybe Hedge Maze,” Greer teased back, then slid out of his arms. “Don’t get me all turned on before the wedding, love.”
He groaned and pulled her back against him again, this time just holding her. “I’ll be glad when this is all done.”
“So you can make out with my ear at your leisure?”
He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “So we can focus on our own wedding.”
Greer stilled. This wasn’t the first time he’d brought up a wedding for them. They’d moved in together and as far as Greer was concerned, they were a couple and a family. She’d never asked for more. But Asher had hinted at it, and today he was bringing it up again. “You want a wedding?”
“I do. I want you to be my wife when the baby’s born. When little Thornbush is born.”
She ignored the Thornbush part. “If we do a wedding, let’s not go crazy like this, all right?” Between organizing Gretchen’s chaotic wedding and the fiasco of her father’s wedding a few months ago, she was a little weddinged out. “Let’s just do a justice of the peace ceremony.”
“Now now, how will that look for a wedding planner?” he murmured against her skin.
“Smart,” Greer told him. “She knew what she wanted and she went after it.”
“You make an attractive argument.” His hand rubbed her arm. “How about tonight?”
“What about tonight?”
“We get married tonight?”
She was shocked. “You want to go ahead and get married this fast?”
“What do I want to wait for? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. I want you to be completely mine, and being here today has just emphasized that fact. You’re mine and I want to see you wearing my ring.”
She turned around and looked up at him. “There are two problems with this plan.”
Disappointment flickered in his eyes. “What is it?”
“One, there’s no ring.” She waved her empty finger at him. “And two, New York has a waiting period of twenty-four hours after you get the license.”
The smile slowly returned to his face. “So what you’re telling me is that we need to go ring shopping tonight and tomorrow we get married?”
Greer smiled. “I do believe that’s what I’m telling you, yes.”
As he pulled her in for another kiss, Greer suspected her life couldn’t get any more perfect. She had the man of her dreams, a baby on the way, and the family she’d always wanted. She was surrounded by love.
Nothing else mattered.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jessica Clare writes under three pen names. As Jessica Clare, she writes erotic contemporary romances, including the Billionaire Boys Club novels and the Hitman novels with Jen Frederick. As Jessica Sims, she writes fun, sexy shifter paranormals, and as Jill Myles, she writes a little bit of everything, from sexy, comedic urban fantasy to fairy tales gone wrong.
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