Free Lust's Rhythm (Heart of Fame Book 10) by Lexxie Couper Page A

straightened.
    “Ready to go?”
    She pressed her hips to his and squeezed his butt with playful pressure. “Time to consummate the wedding, do you mean?”
    He nodded, his groin pulsing against her belly. “Hell, yeah.”
    “Then, hell, yeah,” she answered before kissing him with teasing quickness.
    They exited the chapel, arms slung around other’s backs, hips brushing, incapable of looking anywhere else but at each other.
    It wasn’t until a bright flash of light detonated on Chloe’s left that she tore her gaze—and grin—away from Jed.
    “Fuck,” Jed muttered, tugging her closer to his body and raising an arm to shield them both. “Bloody papar…”
    He trailed off as the group of giggling women on the footpath beside them—clearly a girls’ night gone wild—started snapping selfies of themselves in front of the chapel’s entry.
    Chloe burst out laughing, even as her heart rate did its best to return to normal. “How’s that ego of yours, Mr. Brody?”
    He hauled her harder to his body and pouted with melodramatic hurt. “Wounded, Mrs. Brody. Wounded.”
    He kissed her before she could respond.
    Behind them, the girls’ night party started singing “Going to the Chapel” as the most out-of-pitch choir Chloe had ever heard.
    “C’mon,” Jed rumbled against her lips, “let’s get out of here.”
    They started walking, hand in hand, their steps in unison.
    “So…” Jed shot her a smile. “What would you like for a wedding present?”
    Chloe frowned with careful consideration. “Umm…”
    “A puppy? A Ferrari? A castle in Europe somewhere?” He scanned the immediate area, his frown comical. “I’m sure I can buy at least two of those things around here somewhere. But the puppy may have to wait until we’re back in Oz, I’m afraid.”
    Chloe laughed, and then placed herself directly in his path and kissed him as he came to a halt.
    God, would she ever get enough of him?
    Pulling away, she squeezed his butt again—she would definitely never get over it , that was for certain—and then smoothed her hands up his back. “The puppy sounds perfect. But for now…”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Castle in Europe?”
    She shook her head.
    “Ferrari?”
    “No.”
    “Oh God, please don’t tell me you’re a Lamborghini girl?” Mock horror flooded his face, even as he reciprocated her butt squeeze, his fingers kneading her backside with delicious pressure. “I’ll have to ask for an annulment if you’re a Lamborghini girl, I’m afraid.”
    “I will never drive or own a Lamborghini,” she assured him with a smile. “No, I’m thinking something more…personal.”
    Devilish mirth danced in his eyes. “Oral sex on the footpath?”
    She burst out laughing. “Deviant.”
    He grinned. “Well, yeah.”
    “As inviting as that sounds,” she threaded her fingers through his once more and began walking backwards, “I’ve got something else in mind.”
    He let her tug him along. “Which is?”
    A taxi drove into Chloe’s line of sight and, with a grin, she dropped Jed’s hand and flagged it down with a wave of her arm.
    “Get in,” she ordered as she opened the back door.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he said, doing exactly as instructed.
    “That’s why this marriage is going to be perfect,” she said as she settled in beside him. “Because you know who’s in charge.”
    “That, and the incredible sex,” he answered before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
    “That too,” she agreed when they both came up for air.
    Leaning forward, she gave the driver—watching them both via the rearview mirror with what looked like a smirk on his face—the address of their destination, and then nestled herself back against Jed’s side.
    “You going to tell me where we’re going?”
    “Nope.”
    “Okay.”
    Chloe lost track of how long it took them to arrive. They spent the journey talking about puppies, of all things. Jed wanted a pet dingo whom he would call Baby. Chloe laughed at that so