My heart beats faster. I've already told Georgia way more than I ever thought I would. All I want to do is bury my past in the graveyard and never visit it again. Yet I should have known it would be impossible here. I have too many ghosts that everyone in town will be talking about, never mind my family, as they've already proven. I confess, "Everyone I've dated has wanted something extravagant enough for the front page of Dallas High Society."

Even in the dark, I see her roll her eyes. She says, "Well, that sounds like a very impersonal wedding to me."

I nod. "Yeah, I agree."

A moment passes, and she asks, "So... Is it okay if we keep it simple? Or does Sebastian Cartwright need a super-fancy wedding?"

I ponder her question. If I have an extravagant wedding of the century, it'll shut everyone up more. But if we keep it simple, at least it'll stop them from gossiping about how we went over the top. It'll shock the town for it to not be what they expect.

Yet something about Georgia wanting a simple wedding makes me want to give it to her, even if it's fake.

I answer, "If you show me how you're going to kiss me in front of everyone, I'll agree to simple."

Her cheek heats under my palm. A tiny laugh escapes her, and she states, "The groom kisses the bride, not the other way around."

"You have to fool everyone into thinking you're in love with me," I point out.

"Isn't that why we're getting married?"

Nerves flare in my belly. I've not felt anything of the sort since high school. "Yes, but you're going to have to kiss me like you can't get enough of me."

She takes several small breaths.

I flip her onto her back, then cage my body over hers.

She gasps but doesn't object.

I demand, "We need to practice."

"Do we?" she whispers.

I lean closer so my mouth is an inch from hers. My cock twitches against her, and I swear she pushes just a touch closer to me. She swallows hard, and I insist, "Practice makes perfect."

Her hands glide into my hair, and in a barely audible tone, she orders, "Then show me what you got, Sebastian Allen Cartwright."

Every time she says my name, my blood heats. Something about her saying my full name makes it boil. I don't hesitate, but instead of going right for her lips, I take my time. I dip to her neck, kissing her collarbone, then make my way up to her lobe.

Her breath hitches in my ear, her legs widen beneath me, and she arches her back, pushing her hard nipples into my pecs.

I kiss her forehead, then nose and cheeks. When I finally get to her lips, her fingers grip my skull, and a tremor runs through her body.