Tristan waved goodbye to the resort worker who had driven them back to their accommodation, then closed the door. After a whirlwind of a day, he and Paige were finally alone.

The whole villa was warm and cosy, with the fireplace already burning. Perfect, because the night was cold and he’d had to wrap his arms around Paige on the golf cart. Even with his jacket on, she’d still shivered.

“It’s so nice in here,” Paige said with a contented sigh, placing his jacket on a chair and taking off her lace wrap. “And that lap pool has been beckoning to me all day. Maybe tomorrow we can both have a dip?”

“Sure,” he said, happy to do anything that would make this week more enjoyable for her.

Paige faced him and they gazed at each other for a long moment.

He walked towards her and caressed her face. “When did you decide to add to our vows?”

Paige smiled shyly. “When I was walking down the aisle. I thought that the wedding felt so real and…” Paige shrugged.

“I’m glad,” he murmured.

“Are you sure? I haven’t forced you to say things you didn’t want to say?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know how it could possibly have happened in such a short time with everything that’s been going on, but I’ve fallen in love with you, Paige. I’m ready for this marriage to be real too.”

Paige’s eyes moistened. “I started falling in love with you that time I heard you speak at the Safety in Nightclubs function.”

He inhaled deeply and leaned down to kiss her lips, his heart singing.

At any other time, he would have approached this love thing with caution, aware that infatuation and lust could be confused for love. But he had no such desire to hold back with Paige, and he knew why. They were having a baby, so why not completely let go of any rope and give it their all to make this work, right?

It was incredibly freeing, not having to wonder if he was doing the right thing for his business or not, or whether this was the best path for him personally. None of those considerations mattered, not when a child was already in the picture.

He was grateful for their baby. Had it not been for Paige getting pregnant with his child, they might not be here right now as husband and wife.

Paige was now his wife. He still couldn’t believe how this simple fact had made him the happiest he’d ever been.

He deepened their kiss and started caressing her breasts, knowing how quickly she got horny when he did. Her boobs were getting bigger now and, from what Paige had told him, they were more sensitive—in a good way.

Paige let out a soft moan, wrapping a leg around him and pressing her hips against his, grinding slightly.

Ah, he loved his lusty wife.

“I want you to get me out of my wedding dress and have a shower with me under that massive shower head,” Paige breathed.

He kissed her neck. “I’m more than happy to do those,” he said, bunching up her outfit to put his hands underneath the material and caress her ass. “But I think you look absolutely gorgeous in this dress. I’m not ready to take it off you yet.”

“Oh?” Paige eyes hooded as his fingers delved inside her panties.

She was wet already. And his cock stood up to attention at the call of her body.

“I wanna make you come while you’re wearing this dress. Then I wanna make you come in the shower. Then, if you’re not too tired, I wanna make you come again in bed.”

Paige bit back a smile. “That all sounds good to me, husband.”

“Great, wife. Then make yourself comfortable on that couch.”

Paige sashayed to the sofa by the fireplace, her hips swaying alluringly.

Damn, she was fucking sexy.

Paige reclined, arranging herself and her dress in a sexy pose. “What next, hubby?”

He sat at the edge of the sofa and lifted her skirt. He let out an appreciative whistle at the sight of her garter belt. Eager, he pushed her dress up further and his cock jerked in excitement. Her panties were the kind that could be untied from the sides so they could be taken off without unclipping the garter clips.

He sighed. He was in heaven just looking at this hot woman in front of him.

And she was his wife! Incredible.

“Let’s get rid of this.” He undid the bow from one side of her undies, then the other. Then he pulled the whole thing off from under her. His tongue poked out at seeing her bare pussy, with that damned sexy garter belt and stockings still on.

He parted her legs and bent down to lick the evidence of her desire.

Paige gasped, shifting her hips so she could open herself up to him a little bit more.

He groaned, his pants becoming too tight. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants to free his steely erection. Then he settled himself more comfortably between her legs to give his new wife all the attention she needed.

He placed kisses on her pussy lips before parting them further with his fingers. Then he flicked his tongue on her clit.

Paige moaned his name, raising her hips to meet his mouth.

He inserted a finger in and out of her while his tongue remained busy—but only for a few strokes. Paige was panting like she was already close to the crest, and he didn’t want her to come yet.

He stood up to hastily undress while Paige watched him with hooded eyes.

“I want you,” he murmured.

“Then take me,” she answered.

He pushed her dress off her shoulders to expose her sexy bra, which he promptly took off her. Then he lay back on the couch and extended his hand to her in invitation.

Paige smiled, straddling him. With her pussy out of sight from her skirt billowing around them, she guided his hungry erection to her slick opening. Then she sank down on him.

They both moaned, looking into each other’s eyes as Paige moved on top of him.

Tristan’s breath hitched, his heart expanding large in his chest. He’d had Paige many times before, but knowing she was now his wife somehow made this moment more special. He took Paige’s left hand and kissed her ring finger, utterly amazed at the blissfulness of it all.

Paige whispered his name.

He cupped her breasts and circled her nipples with his thumbs, wanting to heighten her pleasure.

“Oh God,” Paige gasped, bucking faster.

He watched her face, ecstasy shaping her features as her moans got louder.

Ah, nothing made him hotter than seeing Paige coming apart while they made love. “Yes, baby, ride me,” he grunted, his own release fast approaching.

“Tristan,” Paige panted in a strangled voice before convulsing on top of him.

“Fuck,” he cried, gripping her hips as he pumped into her a few times more, feeling her pussy contract against his cock. Then he came, and came, and came.

“I love you,” he said as Paige settled herself on his chest.

“I love you,” she answered.

They rested for a few minutes, cuddling and revelling in the afterglow, until Paige got up and led him to the shower.

This time, Paige was fully naked too.

* * *

Tristan stirred as he felt the bed move. With eyes still shut, he reached for Paige and spooned her.

“Morning,” he said sleepily. “I guess it’s morning now, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Paige said, sounding more awake than he was. “It’s quarter to nine.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes, but I’m not ready to get up yet.”

He kissed her shoulder. “Me neither.”

Paige shifted to face him. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a log,” he said with a grin, caressing a strand of hair off his wife’s face. “You?”

She nodded. “I was so tired I was out like a light. Didn’t you notice?”

“I dunno. I think I fell asleep before you,” he said with a laugh. “Do you want to get breakfast delivered or do you want to go to the dining room?”

“Delivered, please.”

“Let me call them, then. I don’t want you getting too hungry.” He picked up the hotel phone on the nightstand beside him and called reception to order their breakfast. Then he turned back to Paige and put a hand on her stomach, rubbing it. “Your belly’s getting bigger,” he commented happily.

Paige smiled. “Yeah, I’m starting to show. A few people are starting to notice.”

Tristan crawled down to put his lips on Paige’s tummy. “Hey, Tanner, how’re you doing in there?”

Paige chuckled.

“Just keep growing strong and healthy, okay? We love you.” He kissed Paige’s little bump.

“You’re going to be such a wonderful dad,” Paige said with a sigh, going into the circle of his arms as he went to lie back down beside her.

“I can’t wait,” he said sincerely.

“Tristan?” Paige said, her tone becoming uncertain.

“Yeah?”

“I have to talk to my parents today.”

He inhaled deeply. “Okay. Do you want me to leave the villa while you do?”

“No. I want you here. I’ll FaceTime them and explain to them what we did and why. Then you can join me so they know we only mean to help. I think they’ll feel better when they see that you do care about me, and that you’re not doing this to spite them.”

He tightened his arms around Paige. “Okay.”

He was curious to see how the Shiptons would react to Paige’s news. Carter and Gavin still didn’t have anything definite that would suggest Larry and Debbie were involved with a drug cartel, but with Preston being one of their trusted advisors, Tristan feared that Paige’s parents were indeed linked to a criminal organisation.

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be a good idea to inform Paige of what he suspected. He could already imagine her defending them, probably even getting her parents to prove their innocence.

That had to be avoided. The Shiptons must not know they were suspected of nefarious activities so they wouldn’t have cause to cover their tracks.

He suppressed a sigh. It would be tricky hiding things from Paige, especially when it involved her parents and the company she herself worked at. But he didn’t have a choice. Not only did he have to do this for the greater good, but busting Larry and Debbie—if they were indeed in bed with dangerous criminals—would also make the future safer for Paige and his baby.

He prayed it wouldn’t tear him and Paige apart.