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Authors: Maureen Smith

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As they exchanged their vows on that momentous day, their voices trembled with emotion. This time when Lexi spoke the words “I do,” she knew down to her soul that this was forever. When Quentin lifted her veil and gazed down at her glowing face, tears were swimming in both their eyes. As their lips joined in a passionate kiss, their guests showered them with cheers and applause.

As Quentin swept Lexi into his arms and carried her back down the aisle, she was surprised—and touched—to see her mother weeping with gratitude.

Carlene was undergoing counseling to deal with her emotional scars. After having a long heart-to-heart talk, she and Lexi had agreed to work on mending their relationship.

They were taking things one day at a time, and Lexi believed that someday they would be all right.

But even if the painful memories from the past haunted them for years to come, Lexi knew that with Quentin by her side, she’d never have to run again.

Later, after sneaking out early from the reception festivities, the newlyweds lay blissfully sated in each other’s arms after an explosive round of lovemaking that had left them shuddering and gasping for breath.

They were spending their first night as husband and wife in a cozy cottage located on the grounds of the estate. They would relocate to the château tomorrow, after their friends and family members had departed for home. When some of the other couples—

namely Michael and Reese, Marcus and Samara, and Warrick and Raina—joked about sticking around longer to enjoy the scenic French countryside, Quentin wasted no time reminding them that they’d each had their romantic honeymoons, so now it was his and Lexi’s turn.

At that moment, Lexi sighed contentedly and snuggled against him. “That had to be the most
beautiful
wedding in the history of weddings. And I’m not just saying that because it was ours.”

Quentin smiled into her eyes. “And you had to be the most beautiful bride in the history of brides. And I’m not just saying that because you’re mine.”

“Oh, Quentin.” Even as she smiled with pleasure, he could feel her blushing against his chest.

He’d meant every word. For as long as he lived, he would
never
forget the vision of Lexi wafting toward him in a hypnotic swirl of ivory silk. His heart had gotten so full it damn near burst out of his chest. He’d wanted to charge down the aisle and whisk her away before the ceremony even began. It must have showed on his face because Michael, standing beside him as best man, had murmured in a low, amused voice, “Easy, boy. Be patient.”

Lexi was stroking Quentin’s chest, a slow, gentle caress that sent heat curling to his

groin. He’d never get enough of making love to her.
Ever.

“Asha designed all of our gowns,” Lexi murmured. “I told her I wanted to look like a princess this time, because I was marrying my Prince Charming.”

Quentin smiled softly. “Careful, sweetness,” he warned. “You’re gonna make me fall even harder for you.”

“Good. I’m greedy.”

He kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that reminded her just how greedy
he
could be, too. As he drew back, she let out a soft, shaky breath and grinned.

“I’m not getting any sleep tonight, am I?”

He gave her a wolfish grin. “Or for many nights to come.”

She pretended to consider this, then shrugged. “I can live with that.”

They both laughed.

Cuddling her closer, Quentin laced his fingers through hers, and for a minute they just gazed at their joined hands with the matching gold wedding bands.

“Can you believe we did it?” Lexi marveled, sounding as awed as he felt.

“It’s pretty incredible.”

Lexi. His best friend.

His heart and soul.

His wife.

Would he ever get used to the knowledge that she was finally his? His to cherish.

His to protect. His to love.

His for eternity.

It was enough to make a man shout to the heavens.

Lexi released another one of those soft, dreamy sighs. “I wish we could stay here forever, Quentin. Not even three weeks seem long enough.”

“We’ll come back,” Quentin assured her.

“You promise?”

“Absolutely. After all—”

“—this is our spot,” she finished tenderly.

They smiled at each other, then gazed out the open bedroom window just as fireworks erupted into the night sky, cascading over the château and illuminating the ballroom balcony where their journey had begun with a stolen kiss at the stroke of midnight.

ISBN: 978-1-4268-7617-2

TEMPT ME AT MIDNIGHT

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