Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“I’ve made plenty of money.”
“Oh,” she says, looking down at the folded towel on her thigh. She’s already shaking her head before looking back up. When those beautiful browns hit me, she smiles. “I can’t take it, like I said before.” Moving closer, she lowers her eyes to my mouth as her hand slides over the cotton restraining my erection.
My breathing deepens as she awakens my entire body with her touch. “C’mere.” Climbing onto my lap, she straddles me. Bringing her face closer, I whisper into her ear, “What if we want to stay married?” I kiss her cheek and under her jaw.
She sits back with that mouth open again, reminding me how stunning those lips are wrapped around my dick. “Do you want a contingency plan?”
What do I want her to say? That this isn’t just about finances? My phone vibrates on the nightstand, causing me to look over at it. “It’s from the judge.”
I reach for it. His text reads: I’ll fit you in at two p.m. Have the license stamped by the clerk. I’ve left your name and instructions for my assistant.
Flashing the screen so she can see it, I say, “Seems we’re getting married tomorrow.”
“Shouldn’t I be nervous?”
That’s my girl. I knew I wasn’t alone. Hoping, at least. Holding her hips, I push the towel up on one side to see my favorite strawberries. As I run my fingers over the tattoo, I reply, “I’m not either.”
She leans forward just enough to wrap her arms around my neck. “People have rushed into marriage quicker.”
“We don’t have to justify it. If it feels right, it is.” I start to unwrap my pretty package, untucking the corner of the towel and discarding it on the floor. Pulling her closer, I tongue her pink buds and then kiss the space between her breasts, imagining how they would feel wrapped around my erection. Shaking myself from the thought, I know I’d rather be inside her right now.
Sitting back, I watch as her chest rises with each deep breath she takes and lowers on the exhale. She rocks her hips slowly back and forth, seeking her own pleasure as her lids flutter closed.
The damn phone buzzes across the wood nightstand again as an unwelcome distraction. Her eyes slide to the screen and then to me. “Busy guy. Do you need to check that?” she asks through panted breaths.
“It can wait, but I can’t.” I flip her to the mattress, wedging myself between her legs. Her laughter fills my ears, and the way she looks at me like I’ve hung the moon makes me feel whole again. “I’m so fucking glad you’re here.”
As soon as I pay for the license, we’re good to go until this afternoon. I hold her hand while we cut across the courtroom and out the doors. “I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
I turn back. She stopped two steps higher than where I landed. The happiness that seemed to come from the inside when we were filing for the marriage license is wiped clean from her face. “What’s wrong?”
“This is happening really fast.” She takes one step down, bringing us closer, and basically eye level. “I know I wanted it, but it’s like I didn’t take time to acclimate to the idea, and now we’re here in a hurry from place to place to get stuff done, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“You’re not supposed to. It’s not every day we get married.” Running my hands along her waist, I try to give her comfort. “You’re not alone in this. As for the errands, I want you to get a dress that you love, one that will make you feel as beautiful as you are to me when you look back at the photos. Not one you just happened to pack.”
“I didn’t even think about photos. I haven’t had time to think about any of it, and it’s all hitting at the same time now.”
“Hey, don’t stress. We have four hours until we need to be back, and I have you covered.” I start walking down the steps with her, and say, “All you need to do is go back to my apartment.”
The tension has eased from her face, and I’ve earned a smile from her. “What’s at your apartment?”
“Everything you need. Dresses, hair, makeup. Lunch because I don’t want you starving when you say I do.”
When we reach the sidewalk, she stops again. “How’d you do all that on short notice?”
“It’s New York, baby. This city never sleeps. I also have a lot of connections. Might as well use them.” I see the black car I hired pull up to the curb and guide her to it. I open the door, and she slips inside. I lean down but don’t get in. “I’ll see you back here at one forty-five, okay?”