The late summer weather decided to cut us a break, which meant I wasn’t sweltering in my simple pale green dress. I didn’t wear many dresses, but I knew that my mother would never forgive me if she saw pictures of today with me in shorts. She was already disapproving of the whole thing as it was.

Even though I’d discovered I was pregnant while still in Ireland, I hadn’t told my family then. I’d wanted to have a plan in place before breaking the news. Besides, Alix had deserved to know first.

When I called them the day after Alix and I reconciled, I’d been able to tell them that Alix had proposed, and that I’d accepted. I’d also told them that we’d be making it legal at the courthouse in only two weeks. Mam hadn’t been happy, but when I’d assured her that I’d bring him to meet the family as soon as we were able, she’d been mollified. A bit at least.

Despite the fact that we weren’t standing in a good Catholic church, Mam would want pictures. And we would want to show pictures to our son or daughter one day.

So, I was wearing a dress.

But that wasn’t really the main thing on my mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off Alix. He was wearing a suit at my request rather than a tuxedo, but I wasn’t fool enough to believe that the suit wasn’t the kind tailor-made at a price that I didn’t want to think about.

And I wanted to peel off every expensive layer and trace his abs with my tongue. Move my mouth lower...

Dammit.

Heat suffused my cheeks. I’d been blessed to not have much morning sickness, but I’d discovered a more unexpected symptom when Alix and I had made love my first night back.

I wanted him all the time.

Insatiably.

As in I couldn’t even sit next to him and watch a movie without touching him. Sliding my hand up his leg, feeling his thigh muscles tense and bunch. Unzipping his pants and taking him in my mouth.

The night he proposed, we stayed in my apartment, but the next day, we’d taken my things to his place.

And then christened every room. Twice.

He’d rebuffed my attempts to get him to join me in the shower this morning, saying that we’d be late if we showered together, and I’d had to admit that he was right.

That didn’t mean I planned on waiting until after the party I knew Alix’s friends had planned for us before we left for our honeymoon. If I had to, I’d settle for a quickie in a closet or in the limo.

And I’d come prepared.

I let a little smirk into my smile as he stretched out his hand. I took it and stepped up next to him.

“You’re up to something,” he said under his breath.

“Perhaps,” I answered coyly.

“And what would that be?” He leaned closer so that our conversation was still private. “Perhaps something for the honeymoon?”

I shook my head and snuck a glance at the Justice of the Peace who was still searching in his desk for something, “Since you refused to assist me in getting dressed this morning, I may have neglected to put on...everything.”

His eyes widened, then narrowed as they slid over me, sending my pulse racing. “Are you telling me that under that dress...”

“I suppose you’ll need to find out.”

His fingers tightened around mine as he pulled me closer to him so that his mouth was pressed against my ear. “When we get in the limo, I’m going to pull up that dress, and if I find you bare, you’ll be in for a punishment.”

I shivered as he pulled back. “Yes, please.”

His eyes darkened. “Let’s get this started.”

Even when the Justice began the familiar ceremony, I didn’t take my gaze from Alix’s. The words would make it official, but I already knew that he was my future. My forever.

I must have said the right things at the right times because before I knew it, he was kissing me, and the guys were whistling. Someone cleared their throat, and Alix broke the kiss, his eyes shining, a smile stretched from ear to ear. His thumb moved back and forth over my rings as he raised my hand to brush a kiss across my knuckles.

“I love you, Sine Wexler.”

“And I love you,” I replied. “But don’t think this gets you off the hook for the big Catholic wedding Mam is planning for next month. The whole family is looking forward to meeting you.”

He swallowed hard, a bit of anxiety showing in his eyes. “How many brothers do you have again?”

I gave him a wry smile. “Six. But it’s not the brothers you need to be worrying about.”

“Ex?”

I shook my head and laughed. “You knocked up a staunch Irish Catholic’s daughter out of wedlock, and you’ll have to be answering to Mam about that.”

The Billionaire’s Muse will be back in November in a third book, this time following Jace. Until then, turn the page to read the bonus book.