Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Come on, wife. Time to relax for the night.” We walk into the hotel suite directly from the elevator. I’ll never get over the view, not here, not in the penthouse, and definitely not the view when we’re in Medina. The Seattle skyline never gets old.
“I have something for you,” I say softly. Dante is unbuttoning his jacket; his eyes track my every movement as I walk over to my purse sitting on the coffee table.
“You most certainly do.” He arches an eyebrow, leaning casually against the edge of the couch.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, for now.” I reach into my bag and pull out the small piece of hard plastic, slipping it between my fingers before walking back to him. “Close your eyes and give me your hand.” Once he does what I ask, I place his gift in his palm. “You can open them now.”
Dante looks down at it; it’s my brand-new driver’s license. It’s the final piece to make me officially his. Amber eyes sweep over the text. The address is updated to the house in Medina, and right under my photo, printed in clean, official text, is my new legal name: Alexandria Holland Lombardi.
“I figure it was time to have my husband’s name. Officially.” I dropped my middle name to keep my maiden name.
“Alexandria.” Dante says my name in a low, growling tone coming from the back of his throat. He tosses my license to the table, his hands lock around my waist, and he lifts me off my feet. Then he marches us across the room, into the master suite, and doesn’t let me go until the backs of my legs hit the mattress, bringing us both down together.
“Dante,” I whimper when his lips land on mine, his hands slipping to the back of my designer dress. A quick, sharp tug, and he’s completely ripped my several-thousand-dollar designer dress, utterly unbothered by the destruction he left in his wake.
“Christ, my wife is beautiful.” I gasp, reaching for his shirt, shoving, yanking, and pulling to get it off him. His mouth leaves mine, trailing down my neck, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. “You’re mine, Alexandria.” He worships every inch of my exposed skin with each piece of clothing that leaves my body. “You’re mine to love. You’re mine forever. Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you, too. Forever.”