Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
When we step out of the elevator, we’re met by an older gray-haired gentleman, sporting a sleek tux. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Antonov.”
I glance at Dominick, and he smirks, all too pleased with me being referred to as his wife.
“Welcome to the Miami Museum of Art.”
I whip my head around to look at Dominick again, who simply nods at the gentleman.
“We’re at an art museum?” I ask even though I already know we are.
“You still love art museums, right?” Dominick asks, following the gentleman as he walks us down a narrow hallway and out a back door.
“I do. I love all museums, especially ones filled with art.”
But how does he know that?
“But first, dinner,” Dominick says, pointing to a table and chairs that are situated outside, overlooking the water.
“Dom,” I breathe, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I take in the romantic scene in front of me.
We’re at an art museum.
On the beach.
Having a candlelit dinner.
Then, the gentleman lifts the silver tops covering the plates. And I’m done.
Because sitting on my plate is none other than pancakes, bacon, and eggs.
“Breakfast for dinner,” I choke out, tears filling my lids. “You …” I shake my head, and Dominick smiles warmly at me. “You remembered.”
Over four and a half years ago, I told him all the things I loved, and he not only remembered, but he’s combined them to create the perfect date.
“I once let you go,” he says, reaching over the table and taking my hand, “because I thought it was for the best. The truth is, it probably was. I never wanted you to be caught up in my shit. Immersing you in my world is dangerous, and with the enemies I have, loving you is a weakness I can’t afford. Despite all that, I still love you and want you because the idea of not having you and our son in my life is unfathomable.”
Oh my God … he just said … he just said he loves me.
“You love me?”
Dominick chuckles and shakes his head. “All that, and that’s what you focused on? Did you not hear the part about my world being dangerous and me having enemies?”
“Yeah, but I already knew that.” I shrug. “What I didn’t know was that you loved me.”
He scoots back, and I take that as my cue to get up and round the table, climbing into his lap so I’m sitting sideways across his thighs.
“Yes, Peyton, I love you. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since the moment you fell into my lap on the plane. But I didn’t want to admit it.”
He loves me. This hard, cold businessman, who shows no mercy to anyone, loves me. I should be focused on the facts that his world is dangerous, that he has countless enemies, and that our son needs a guard with him at school to keep him safe. That every moment I’m with him, our lives are at risk.
But the only thing that matters is that he loves me. He listens to me, values me. He is a hands-on, loving father, and he wants to give us a wonderful life.
This is what I’ve always wanted. What my mom wanted, but died without ever having. To be loved so fiercely by a man that he would do anything for me, including creating a thoughtful, perfect date. It seems so trivial, but isn’t that what life is all about? Falling in love and finding happiness.
And Dominick Antonov makes me happy.
“I love you,” I tell him, “And I’m so glad we found our way back to each other.”
My mouth crashes down on his, and as we kiss, all thoughts of breakfast and the museum are lost. All I want is to love Dominick and be loved by him.
I have no idea who’s around or watching—and I honestly don’t care—as I reach down and unbutton and unzip his pants. Without breaking our kiss, I pull him out and stroke his long, thick shaft, getting it nice and hard, while Dominick reaches into my panties and massages my clit. We’re supposed to be on a romantic first date, yet all I can think about is him fucking me senseless.
I swirl the pre-cum dripping from his slit around his head and use it as lubricant to stroke him hard and slow while he matches my pace, rubbing my clit while sinking a couple of fingers into my center.
“I’m so close,” I murmur against his lips, my body coiled so tightly that I have no doubt when my release hits me, it’s going to be earth-shattering.
“That’s it, baby,” Dominick says. “Come all over my goddamn fingers so I can shove my cock inside that warm pussy.”
His dirty words are my undoing. I come so hard that fireworks, in vibrant colors, burst behind my lids. He fingers me through my orgasm, not stopping until I sigh in pleasure against his chest.