One year later
“Oh, God.”
That’s right, baby.
“Oh, God!”
Kip arched his back beneath her, the blunt ends of his fingers digging into her hips. His breath started bursting out of him in quick catches: Victoria’s favorite sound, and a sure sign that he was about to tip over the edge.
She started riding him hard, the telltale fluttering of her own orgasm beginning.
He opened his eyes and grinned up at her, knowing exactly what those muscles against his cock meant.
She swallowed down the small moan that rose in her throat as she coasted over the edge with him.
“Fuck, I love you,” he groaned.
Though her eyes wanted to close, she forced them to stay open, her gaze locked with his. “I love you, too.”
The came down together, and Victoria collapsed on Kip’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and she snuggled into his warm skin with her cheek, the still-rapid thud of his heartbeat resounding in her ear.
A moment later, their alarm went off. With a groan, he stretched over to slap it off, and she made a small noise of disappointment that their afterglow was coming to an end.
Then again, they’d managed some morning delight before having to get up and started on this very busy, very important day, so she couldn’t be too disappointed.
Kip’s large, warm hand skated up and down her spine. “You ready for today?”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling too broadly, because if he saw the size of her smile, he’d start asking questions.
Today, they would meet with the former Mrs. Davis to sign a campaign contract. She’d gotten The Ricchezza in the coup of all divorce settlements—their prenup having an adultery clause that favored Mrs. Davis greatly. Though Kip had never told Mrs. Davis what he knew, Vegas was, for all its grandeur, a small town at heart. In the end, Victoria was getting her “dream” after all. Only now, it was even better, because she was getting it with Kip, and she’d come to realize that what they had together was a dream in and of itself.
No, the reason Victoria’s grin was so big was not because of Mrs. Davis. Every day for the past three months, Kip had asked her to marry him. Every day, she’d responded with maybe someday.
Today when he asked? She’d already reserved a chapel for tonight. In about—she squinted at the clock—fourteen hours, she and Kip would be best friends, business partners, lovers, and man and wife.
Life couldn’t get better.
She crossed her arms over Kip’s chest and propped her chin on top of them. Meeting Kip’s gaze, she said, “Today is going to be perfect.”
He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.
And then they got out of bed and started to get ready for the best day of their lives.