Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby girl.” My gasp undoes him. What remaining control he has is gone. A guttural roar is pulled from him, and he pulls me flush against his chest. He drives himself up one last time as he loses all restraint, then his hips lock tight against mine as he comes inside me.
We cling to one another, our bodies trembling, our chests heaving. Gavin buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my sensitive skin with tenderness, holding me so close I can feel his heart beat against mine. And I never want to move, not from Gavin, not from his lap, and not from his heart.
epilogue
GENNIE
One Month Later
The clinking of silverware, the rich scent of garlic, toasted focaccia, and the bright chorus of familiar laughter fill the atmosphere of our favorite Italian diner. Around our large round table sits the entire crew: Seraphina, Cory, Romy, Alex, Mischa, and Jett for a long overdue girls’ lunch, and the energy at the table is exactly what I didn’t know I needed. Some of the girls are picking at fresh pasta, others are sipping on crisp white wine, and everyone is talking over one another in a beautiful, chaotic way only true friends can understand.
“I swear, I go out of town to work a handful of times, and you broads go and get with your boss, get pregnant, get married, and hook up with the hottest man who paid a hundred grand to go on a date with you,” Jett teases, her eyes sparkling with humor as she gestures across the table before leaning back, twirling a piece of bread in the air with a dramatic sigh. A wave of laughter ripples through the group.
“Well, Jett, you and I can just be single together,” Mischa adds with a casual shrug, taking a sip of her white wine. More giggles erupt, warm and infectious. I take sip of my wine, smiling softly at my friends, feeling a sense of peace settling deep in my bones. My life looked completely different not long ago. The lingering edges of my past are gone, replaced by a deep, unshakable confidence and a love so fierce I still have to pinch myself several times a day to make sure I’m not living in a fairytale dream.
My eyes drift toward the glass doors at the front of the diner, an electric pull tugging at my chest a second before the brass bell chimes. I sense his eyes on me before I even see him.
Gavin pushes through the crowd, looking devastatingly handsome in his signature tailored three-piece suit. Shoulders broad to carry any of my worries, commanding with his presence as he cuts through the throng of restaurant tables with effortlessness. And as always, his dark, intense gray eyes have only one target: me.
The moment his gaze captures mine, the corners of his hard mouth soften into a low, possessive warmth that he reserves exclusively for me. Behind him, the room fills with the rest of the crew, turning the area into an absolute showcase of handsome, powerful billionaire men.
Rafe is behind Gavin, his sharp eyes finding Seraphina’s, the boss turned-lover heat force radiating off him with each step. Next comes Dom, crossing over to slide his arms behind Cory. Their marriage of convenience blossomed into an epic love story straight out of a romance novel, and seeing the way he looks at her makes my heart melt. Then there’s Vik, striding directly toward Romy—a man who quite literally worships the ground she walks on. Without missing a beat, he leans down, his hand going straight to her beautifully pregnant belly, resting there with a gentleness as he presses a deep kiss to her lips. Right behind him is Dante, Alex’s husband, whose sheer alpha aura could rival every man in the near vicinity. He instantly tracks Alex with nothing but love and pride. And bringing up the rear is the lone ranger himself: Nolan.
“Honey, you won’t be single for long,” Jett murmurs, leaning closer to Mischa, hiding her smile beneath her drink, using a tone only our side of the area can hear. Us girls let out another round of laughter, capturing the attention of the men making their way toward us.
“Yeah, right. I’ve known him most of my life, and he treats me like a little sister,” Mischa scoffs, rolling her eyes, but the small blush creeping up her neck gives her away.
“Sure, whatever you say,” Jett replies with a wicked wink. Then she taps her fork against her glass to grab the table’s attention. “By the way, ladies, I’m heading to Texas next and scored some killer hockey tickets. Any takers?”
Gavin reaches our side of the booth, and the conversation around me ceases to exist. He doesn’t care about the busy restaurant, the eyes on us, or the chatter of the group. He steps right into my space. His large palm reaches to firmly cup the nape of my neck, and he tilts my head back and leans down, delivering one hell of a kiss—mouth, lips, and tongue. It’s slow, it’s intimate, and it’s enough to make my head spin along with send my pulse racing into overdrive.