Chapter Thirteen
Two hours later, he was a married man.
Max stared at his wife, unable to comprehend what had been accomplished in such a short amount of time.
It was amazing that when the French Godfather snapped his fingers, many people jumped into action.
A dress was delivered. Hair, make-up, a photographer.
Someone streamed the wedding march and Gaston walked her down the impromptu aisle.
Quinn was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. When it was time to recite vows, he had never meant anything more. They signed the marriage certificate, and she was now Quinn Chevalier.
Champagne corks were popped and musicians arrived.
How long they danced he didn’t know, but it was magic.
Even to a cynic like himself. The look in her eyes, staring as if he was spun gold, melted his heart.
He slid his fingers reverently along her jaw, holding her as he kissed her.
People cheered and cat-call whistles erupted.
He wanted to leave right away, but knew he had to be patient.
Gaston had assembled all this for him and Quinn.
This was the best-case scenario he could’ve imagined, with his boss accepting Quinn and she joining the family.
There was a lot of food, a lot of drinks, and he couldn’t remember a better day. When it was time for them to go back to his apartment, birdseed was thrown on them as they raced to his car.
Driving back to his apartment, he kept glancing at his wife.
His wife. The memory of their conversation, when he said he didn’t believe in love, played through his head.
What a bunch of bullshit. How was he to know that he would fall utterly and completely in love with her?
He wasn’t even sure when it happened. The night she was attacked, when he stared at the blood and thought she was dead?
When she finally opened those gorgeous eyes of hers after being out cold for two days?
Or had it happened all the way back to that first day, when he’d first interviewed her?
Didn’t really matter. It was a moot point now.
Once they entered the apartment, he pressed her against the wall.
His kiss nibbled on the outer edges of her mouth, taking feather licks with his tongue.
Their mouths fused, seeking, searching, and so incredibly hot.
Flames danced over his skin. Her moan drowned in the wave of his onslaught as he swept in to explore her, taste her, fill her.
She molded her lush and soft body to his hard planes and angles.
When they broke for air, she opened her eyes. The hunger he felt for her, the need and desire, burned bright, and he had this premonition it always would.
"I need to be in you right fucking now.”
"Then take me," she whispered.
He flipped her around and placed her hands up high against the wall, his breath hot against her neck.
He leaned closer and took a nip from her shoulder, licking the skin to soothe it.
She arched in pleasure when he pulled her hips out toward him.
Inch by inch, her dress rose. So slowly she wiggled her ass.
His breath tickled her ear. “Is someone impatient?”
“Max, please!”
“Are you wet for me, baby?” He tested by sliding his fingers along her slit. “You’re drenched. Want my cock?”
“Mm,” she purred. “Yes.”
The rip of a zipper filled the room. They hadn’t even gotten their clothes off, but he couldn’t wait.
Luckily, it seemed neither could Quinn. He pushed into her, filling her with one thrust. They strained together, and he reached around to grab a breast, teasing the nipple into a hard pebble.
A sheen broke out onto his face as he pounded his way in and out of her.
“Tell me you love me fucking you like this,” he demanded, the controlled strain in his voice betraying how close he was.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I love you fucking me like this.”
He grunted loudly as he started to lose control of the rhythm.
He wanted to make sure they came together, but he was hanging on by a thread.
The flush of heat spread as he gripped her hips tightly and thrust so deeply, he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.
With a rapturous cry, her pussy clamped down, milking him.
With a shout, he joined her over the precipice.
He slumped against her and panted heavily against her hair, his heart thundering. She was his everything.