No Strings Attached

Finally, her wish was about to come true. Clara's heart felt like it was enveloped in honey, each throb sending out ripples of sweetness.

lan could no longer control his emotions. He dipped his head to capture the tender, sweet lips before him. His hand gently wove through her hair, cradling the back of her head, as he deepened the kiss with each passing moment. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The couple, having weathered many storms and separations, had come back together at last. Their excitement was palpable and impossible to conceal.

It was only after an eternity that lan could bring himself to pull away. He peppered Clara's face with featherlight kisses, his voice husky with desire. "Honey, last night was so hectic. We missed our wedding night. Tonight, I'm going to make it up to you."

Clara's cheeks flushed as she stared at him. "Isn't the wedding night supposed to be the day of the ceremony?"

"Getting our marriage license counts too. By the time we have the ceremony, it'll be safer for you, and I can make love with you properly."

Clara's cheeks burn even hotter. She pushed him away. Her eyes reddened with mock anger. "You're being so cheeky. I could accuse you of harassment." "Flirting with my own wife is just marital fun, not harassment. Attorney Clara, have you forgotten

Clara instantly pushed lan away and turned to see Greta standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a mischievous grin on her face.

wrapped Clara back into his embrace, unfazed. "It's your own fault

all smug. Is getting hitched really something to

between us is something you,

favorite brother is the happiest man in the world right now. No one can top you. I'm here to remind

and ruffled Clara's hair, his gaze affectionate. "Mrs. Hayes, shall we go

where the designer greeted them personally. "Mr. Hayes, Mrs. Hayes, the wedding dress is ready. I'll have

"Please be careful with my wife. She's

we will take

wedding dress, imagining how stunning she would look. He whispered into her blushing face, "Mrs. Hayes, don't be too breathtaking, or I might lose control." With a huff and