Becoming Mrs. LockwoodBy: K.I. Lynn
“Fuck, yes. Squeeze me.”
It was just a quickie, but he was hitting all the right places, and soon I was clenching around him, a choked scream crawling out of me. Weston tensed behind me, his mouth clamping down on my shoulder.
“I love you, Wren,” he whispered against my temple as he came down.
I craned my head back and pressed my lips to his. “I love you, too.”
Life was as busy and hectic as ever, but we had our balance. Family was our first priority, work second.
When I got on that plane to Las Vegas, I never imagined where it would really take me. The love I would find or the life I would lead.
I was living proof that fairy tales did exist, and that princes were real.
That love at first sight was possible.