Shortly after, she and Jax left the floor to mingle. Her father shook Jax’s hand, then took her shoulders and met her eyes. “I hope he makes you happy. If he doesn’t, I have a shotgun.”

Her mother was all smiles as she kissed Willow’s cheeks. “I can’t wait for your big ceremony! This was so much fun that I’m thinking of becoming a wedding planner.”

“You’d be perfect, Mrs. Henderson,” Jax said. “I’ll do a few promo spots for you and give you some social media pointers.”

“No. No, no, no.” Willow scowled at him. “I’ll give you the pointers, Mom.”

He shrugged.

“You have your hands full, my boy,” Brian said.

“I consider myself lucky.” He stroked the length of her spine as he spoke.

Rafe Sterling, owner of the hotel, exited the private elevator and walked over to join them. “I wanted to be among the first to offer my congratulations.”

She’d known Rafe for several years, and stress lines were now grooved next to his eyes. Rumor had it that his father had abandoned his family and the business, leaving Rafe to sort out the mess.

“And I wanted to thank you for comping the Honeymoon Suite,” Jax replied. “That wasn’t necessary.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“So when are you finally going to come on my show? I stayed at the Maison Sterling recently. Exceptional service,” Jax said. “My viewers want to hear your philosophies on hospitality, what you do different, how you consistently win top marks in the industry. They want to hear from winners.”

“We’ll set something up.”

For the remainder of the cocktail hour, they chatted with guests, including Rykker King, whom she’d met in New Orleans.

Later, during dinner, Jax leaned toward her. Against her ear, he said, “Dinner is taking too damn long.”

“It was your idea for us to be celibate until tonight.” She tried to hide her smile.

“I’m having a fantasy. About fucking you while you’re wearing the gown.”

Her new husband’s words made her blush. The realization that she was his forever made her shiver anew. Every time she looked at him, tingles jumped through her. She wondered if that sensation would ever go away.

“Just pull it up and take you from behind.”