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Chapter 152- Mr & Mrs

"Mrs. Riley Verstappen"

Max said as he carried Riley into their hotel suite. He insisted on taking her inside bridal style.

"Our honeymoon suite" He presented the room she had slept in the night prior.

"Fancy" Riley laughed, getting set down on the bed surrounded by clothes on the floor from earlier. She placed the cake container she was holding on the bed next to her, leaning back while Max took her heels off. "Oh, husband"

"Wife" Max stood up and cupped her jaw, placing a short kiss on her lips that felt like the start to everything.

"That sounds so weird" She pulled away and moved further onto the bed while Max grabbed two forks they conned the hotel staff into lending them. "But, I like it"

"Good" Max smiled, lying down next to Riley as she was sat on her knees with the cake in between them. "I'm glad, cause you're stuck with it"

"We probably could've gotten a smaller one..." Riley looked at the medium sized square cake in-front of her.

"I suggested cupcakes" Max said digging his fork into the cake while Riley was setting the lid off to the side. "Rye" He got her attention, holding the fork up. "Open"

"I know this won't be the last time I hear that tonight" She laughed, taking the bite Max had on his fork. "Hmm?" She hummed when Max looked at her, she covered her mouth with her hand and turned her head away from him, "Was I wrong?"

"I guess we'll find out" Max told her, leaning in for the forkful Riley sent his way.

"Good?" She asked him after swiping a forkful of just frosting.

"Mhm"

"Don't" Riley looked at Max's hand before he swiped his finger on the side of the cake. "I do not want cake on my face"

"Come on" Max watched Riley shake her head with a smile.

"You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight"

"Sleep?"

"Yes" She held her hair back with one hand and leaned down, colliding her lips against his carefully. Her tongue touched his just barely before she pulled away, Max kept his eyes locked on her, trying to ignore the stiffness that was starting to form in his pants.

"You're driving me crazy" Max sighed a few minutes later while Riley continued eating the cake between them.

"Already?" She laughed, checking the time on her phone, "We're only 2 hours in"

"Oh- I fucked up"

"That's not funny" Riley got up from the bed, closing the cake container with their forks inside just to place it on the small table a few feet from the bed.

"You know I was joking" He sat up when Riley was kneeling on the bed next him.

"You better be" She whispered, Riley gently put her hands on the sides of his neck, feeling his nose touch her's before their lips connected. Riley was quick to allow his tongue in her mouth, gasping quietly when he started laying her down backwards. "Max Verstappen" Riley mumbled, feeling his hand start pulling down her underwear.