Page 200 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

Heat slides low through my belly.

The haunted man who walked into my office is gone.

In his place is my husband.

Arrogant.

Possessive.

Dangerous.

And looking at me with enough dark intent to make every nerve ending in my body wake up.

Lucian’s mouth curves.

“And wife?”

I swallow. “What?”

“You’re going to enjoy every fucking minute.”

Epilogue

Sophie

By the time the private elevator opens into the penthouse, Lucian still hasn’t put me down.

Not in the parking garage.

Not in the SUV.

Not even when I pointed out that I am perfectly capable of walking.

“I’m aware,” was his only response.

Caleb laughed.

Now Lucian carries me across the threshold as though I weigh nothing, his arm solid beneath my knees, the other locked around my back.

The familiar rooms open around us.

Dark walnut. Leather. The enormous windows filled with Houston lights.

Home.

Lucian finally sets me on my feet near the living room, but instead of immediately pulling me against him again, he glances toward Caleb.

Something passes between them.

My nerves stir.

“What?”

“Wait here.”

I narrow my eyes. “That sounds ominous.”

“It isn’t.”