They’re taking us to the room to change. Do you think we’ll have time for a quickie? Because we never got around to doing it against the wall.” He blinked at her. She thought he hadn’t heard her. Finally, he smiled, slowly at first, his grin becoming broader as she slid her hand onto his thigh. “We will always make time for a quickie,” he said. “And that is a wedding vow.

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