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Chapter 159

Author: DT Jones
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Andrew chuckled under his breath as Creighton’s smile turned genuine and wide; telling her the attempt had worked. She stood up from the sofa with him, accepted the hug he gave her, and bit back the giggle when his hand cupped her bottom.

Before leaving the room, Sandra took one last glance out the window, then rose up on her tiptoes and kissed Andrew’s cheek.

“Thank you,” she told him.

He smiled back at her with a very proud, almost child-like expression. It was a simple act of gratitude, but the undertone spoke of much deeper appreciation than the words alone ever could.

Creighton danced with nearly every woman at their reception; aunts, cousins, his mother, his sisters, Kristin, Nana, even Bess, his housekeeper from Chelsea. He spent as much time as he could with his new bride in his arms while the music played on for what seemed like an eternity. The band was amazing, with an attractive young dark-haired girl about sixteen and a boy who looked a bit older who sang both solos and
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    She sat looking around at the people who danced, ate or laughed. It was a pleasant enough evening, but it seemed like it was never going to end. She smiled at the people who passed them, certain her face was going to freeze in this position. She felt hot and in desperate need of the water she asked the waiter to bring her, when she spied her husband in a small group of cousins. He was a very gallant man, paying attention to those gathered around him, smiling, laughing and swapping stories. He was a proficient host and seemed relaxed and under control, even the few times Andrew or Clark came over to speak with him.New Hope’s publicity department released a short statement earlier that afternoon, thanking everyone for their thoughtful gifts and asking that anyone wishing to send more make a donation instead, so they had managed to ward off the majority of gifts or money. So far, there were only about fifty presents received from those who had either already purchased a present or had n

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    Several long moments passed before Sandra felt like she was able to think again, her head laying against her husband’s shoulder as they moved slowly to the music. She looked around at the guests who watched them, smiling for Chang who snapped picture after picture for their wedding album. She noticed Sabrina and Donato’s youngest son, Giovanni, dancing nearby and it appeared they were far more than casual acquaintances. They smiled and whispered together before he kissed her cheek, causing her to blush profusely. Sandra had seen them periodically throughout the evening talking and dancing, and wandering off from time to time alone, holding hands, sitting alone at a table and talking privately, and very intimately, all the while Sabrina blushed and batted her eyes. Sandra looked up into her husband’s handsome face and saw his set jaw, as his attention was also on the young couple.“What do you have against your sister’s love interest?” she asked when the music changed to another roma

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    The beeping of the microwave brought them back to reality before things began to get out of control, making Sandra sigh reluctantly as he pulled away.“I thought you didn’t like cooking?” he asked with an amused smile.“I don’t, but I wanted to do something special for you.”“Can I help?”“You can check the waffles,” she suggested, and watched as he turned and opened the lid, thankful the little squares were light brown instead of burnt black. A few seconds later and the microwave beeped again, reminding them there was food in it. He opened the small door to the shiny silver box and pulled out the plate of sizzling sausages.“The bangers look done,” he said setting the plate on the counter and reaching for a knife to cut them open.“Why do you call them that?” The familiar feeling was back, the relaxed sense of togetherness echoed between them.“Because that’s what they are.”“No, they are sausages. Bangers sound like something pornographic.”“How would you know?” he laughed with a

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    “Rochelle gave us a wedding present,” he told her, glancing up into her eyes before leaning down to kiss her exposed cleavage.“Dare I ask?”“Remember the table I liked so well?” Her eyes widened as she remembered the table she had been restrained on while having her unmentionables waxed. “She is having it delivered to the flat in Chelsea. I thought it would be better there than where my parents’ may see it.”“I don’t know what to say.” She felt numb, thinking about a table like that sitting in their living room where anyone could see it.“I already thanked her, and I plan on making very good use of it once we return.”“You wouldn’t dare?” she huffed, then instantly remembered who she was speaking to.“Not only do I dare, but I will. I have many plans for that table, and I promise you won’t be objecting for long.” Creighton put a halt to her unspoken scolding with the pressure of his lips against hers, his tongue coaxing and teasing a moan from her, smiling when she relaxed beneath

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