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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“I’m struggling to find words adequate enough to convey how wonderful you look. I knew you were stunning that night in the office, when I helped zip up your dress. Trust me, I’ve been thinking about it ever since. And I know you’re stunning every day of the week, even with muffin crumbs on your face. Knowing you’re here with me tonight, wearing this, and I can stare at you all evening by my side, makes you even sexier.”

She beams and spins slowly, letting me see the whole ensemble. When my eyes land on her ass, I suppress the groan building in my throat. So round. I want to run my hands under the material and grasp her cheeks, my fingers digging into her skin while I fuck her from behind, watching her bounce on my dick.

“Thank you.” At the completion of her turn, she walks toward me, hips swaying threateningly. She’s an assassin coming for her prey. She could behead me for all I care, and I’d thank her for it. Anything for one more second to appreciate her beauty. “You look very handsome,” she remarks, stopping in front of me and looking me up and down, repeating the assessment I gave her.

“Shucks. This old thing?”

Emma lets out a chuckle, her hand resting on my tie and threading it through her fingers. The red nails from yesterday stand out, crimson against the black. A gentle tug has me leaning forward, closer to her. “I see you in suits all the time, but this looks different.”

I cup her cheek with my palm, noticing how close her lips are. It takes restraint to not pounce and fuse our mouths together, mine over hers, relishing in the first taste of sweetness. “Are you ready for our big test?”

“Yeah. I think I am.”

When we arrive at the door to the backyard, Emma peers through the window. “Wow,” she breathes out. “This looks spectacular.”

I’m not admiring the circular tables covering the massive lawn or the lantern lights dangling around the perimeter of the grass, illuminating the inky night sky. I’m not paying attention to the stage with instruments and the long buffet tables with metal containers of catered Italian food.

No. I couldn’t care less.

A knot in my chest forms as I steal a glance at Emma’s side profile. The pressure near my heart tightens, becoming almost painful. A million sights in the world, and all I can look at is her.