Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) by Nikki Bloom (manga ebook reader .txt) 📕

I gestured elaborately to the room behind me. His smile widened and he took a step closer, something predatory in his eyes.

Still wet with his come, I had to ask. “Uh, you don’t have anything, do you?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Anything?”

“Like an STD.”

He chuckled, his eyes widening with surprise. “No, of course I don’t. God, Nico, what you must think of me. I’m very careful; you don’t need to worry.”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t exactly careful today.”

“No. I was not.” He looked sheepish. “But neither were you. Do I have something to worry about?”

I narrowed my eyes at him even as I shook my head.

“Good. What about morning afters? Are we good on that end?

I smiled. “I like that you said ‘we.’”

“Hey, all for one and one for all and all that jazz.”

I couldn’t help myself. I giggled, covering my mouth like a school girl. It was embarrassing. He straightened up, bending to kiss my cheek as he walked by me, naked as the day he was born. He closed the bathroom door behind him.

I stood, blinking stupidly at it before crossing to the bed and sitting down with a sigh as I shook my head.

You are so in over your head, Innes.

We held the wedding at 10 a.m. the next day at the Judge’s chambers. Jacinda stood up for me, as Morgan did for Dom. I wore a beautiful vintage wedding dress, all gold leaf and bronze lace. It would look great in the photographs. Dom’s assistant had delivered it to my house, a gift she’d said from Vera Wang.

It fit perfectly.

We kept to traditional vows because it was easier than making up our own. Jacinda cried a bit, which made me tear up. Dom smiled a lot and even Morgan didn’t look miserable. It went a lot better than I had imagined.

The Justice of the Peace wished us well and had us seal our marriage with a kiss. Dom leaned in and I met him halfway. Our lips seemed to know what to do. There was no hesitation. I didn’t know what it all meant.

But it’s provocative.

The urge to laugh hysterically was overwhelming. He took my hand and led me out. Morgan had five men in the corridor, I think to make sure there were no paparazzi sneaking in. He whisked us into a limo, emblazoned with the legend, “Just Married.”

It was all still very surreal. I had to pinch myself several times, but I still wasn’t sure if all this was really happening.

Dom leaned in to speak in my ear. “I know you can’t get away from work right now, but would you mind if I took you out of town this weekend?”

“What? Like a honeymoon?”

He shrugged, looking up and away. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

“Why?” My traitorous heart sped up, thinking that he might want to spend time with me.

He straightened up, his face kind of closing up. “Well, several reasons. For one thing, it’ll look strange if we don’t go. For another, it’d be good to get away and get comfortable with each other. Third, it’ll give Morgan time to move out of the apartment so that you can move in.”

I lifted my hand in surrender. “I get it.”

“Also, I just got a new place in the Hamptons. Been dying to try it out.”

“The Hamptons, huh? How very nouveau riche of you.”

He laughed. “God, it’s great to talk with a woman who isn’t afraid to show she’s intelligent.”

I had to bite my lip to hide my smile. He wasn’t winning me over that easily. “I did tell you about those blondes.”

“You did indeed. Aren’t you glad I’m listening to you finally?”

I just rolled my eyes.

We rolled up to a fancy boutique hotel, where a lovely lady was waiting to take us to the manicured gardens. A photographer was waiting to take our wedding pictures.

I looked around, appreciating the strategically placed statues amongst all the colorful flowers surrounded by gleaming viridescence. “How picturesque.”

Dom grinned proudly as if he was the landscaper. “Yes, I thought it’d make a pretty romantic background.” He turned to the photographer. “You ready for us, Ian?”

He nodded. “Stand in front of the statue of Venus and give me your most lovesick expressions. Like tooth-rotting fluff people.” He lifted his camera, waiting.

Dom looked at me, eyebrows raised. I leaned into him, widening my eyes at him and making duckface lips. He laughed, and I narrowed my eyes at him even as I kept my lips pursed.

“Sorry.” He grinned at me, and then made duck lips as well, fluttering his very long lashes at me. I admit, it was funny. I was hard pressed not to laugh.

Ian lowered his camera. “Come on, you guys. You can do better than that. Let me see some hands on hips, palms on chests; look like you want to kiss each other so bad it hurts.”

I couldn’t help blushing at that and Dom smiled, taking my hands in his and leaning forward so our noses were almost touching, looking deep into my eyes. I stared back, hypnotized and my lips parted of their own accord. My tongue flicked out as I licked my suddenly dry lips and I wondered if he would kiss me for real.

His eyes flicked downward then back up so fast that if I had not been staring into them, I wouldn’t have noticed. His hands tightened on mine.

“Excellent,” Ian crowed and the camera clicked a few times. “Now let’s have a kiss. Go on, Dom, plant one on her.”

Dom grimaced, giving me a look that said, ‘Can you believe this guy?’ more clearly than words. I smiled slightly, offering up my lips to him. He bent his head, pressed his mouth to mine. If he had not been holding my hands, I might have slipped them around his neck and pulled him closer. Instead I arched upward, propelling my whole body forward, towards him. His hands let go of mine and wrapped around my waist,