Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Those words were enough to send all that hot blood southward. I groaned and eased her gently away. “Please don’t. I think it might be inappropriate if I walk back in there with a stiffy.”
London burst out laughing, bowing her head against my chest. Love expanded so big in my heart, it almost felt uncontainable. Smoothing a hand over her hair, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and whispered, “I have a gift for you. I wanted you to open it in private.”
Her head popped back up comically fast, and I couldn’t help but steal a quick kiss. I loved how flushed the encounter left her, despite how brief it had been.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out the velvet ring box.
London’s lips parted in shock.
“It feels a bit of a travesty that you never got a proper engagement ring.”
Her breath hitched, her gaze flying to mine. “Murray … are you sure?”
Heart racing hard, I opened the box, watching her expression light up. “We’re married, London. We can take our relationship as slow as you need, but we are still legally married. And my wife deserves an engagement ring.”
Something I now recognized as desire softened her features. “It kind of turns me on when you call me your wife.”
Well, that was a very good sign indeed. “Does it now?” I murmured, pleased as fuck as I took out the ring and guided it onto her finger just above her wedding band. It fit perfectly. “Do you like it?”
For a moment, my heart stopped as London shook her head.
“I love it.” She brushed a finger over the center. “It’s unique and beautiful and—”
“Ethically sourced,” I couldn’t help but joke.
London let out a huff of laughter. “Well, that’s good because it looks antique.”
“It’s not. But I’m glad you love it.”
Her gaze roamed my face. “You’re so good to me, Murray Shaw.”
“You make it easy, Mrs. Shaw.”
London’s breath caught again and she laughed softly, rolling her eyes. “Seriously, why is that so hot?”
I chuckled before swooping down to steal her laughter from her lips. It was another quick, intense embrace because I didn’t want Kelly to catch us. London cupped my face, her thumb brushing over my mouth. “Thank you.”
“Happy birthday, a ghràidh.”
That night, hours after our guests had gone and Kelly was sound asleep in her bed, I waited on top of mine, ears straining for the creak of floorboards.
London didn’t knock this time. She tiptoed in, closing the door behind her, her hair loose down her back. She wore a silky robe thing I’d never seen before. The vibrant teal fabric made her hair glow copper in the low light of my bedside lamps.
Her hot gaze blazed as she took me in.
I’d gone for expedience and was completely naked.
“Guess we’re both feeling a little impatient tonight,” London whispered, untying the robe and shrugging it off with one roll of her shoulders to reveal she was also completely naked.
Grinning, I reached for her, pulling her warm, soft body over mine.
We kissed until my lips felt swollen and I thought I might explode with the need to be inside her tight, wet heat. Rolling her gently, I pulled back to check her expression, making sure she was all right with being beneath me. In answer, London spread her thighs open to let me between them, her hands smoothing around my back, her nails scratching lightly over my skin, making me shiver with want.
I kissed her softly, gently, before reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. Holding her gaze while I donned protection, I watched the way her stunning eyes flared with something like awe, and it made me wonder if everything I felt for her was plain to see in mine.
Seeking another, deeper, hungrier kiss, I reached between us, sliding my fingers into her heat to find her already wet. I wanted her soaked like last night. I kissed her as I rubbed my thumb over her clit, relentless in my pursuit of her orgasm. London’s nails dug into my back as she moaned and mewled into my mouth. She made me so fucking hard it was outrageous.
The sound of her release was muffled by my kiss, and I impatiently grabbed my dick, guiding it to her hot, drenched entrance. Her inner muscles were tight but slick as she welcomed me in, squeezing around me as her back arched beneath me.
London reached for my arse, riding me from below, and I gritted my teeth against the need to fuck her. Instead, I braced over her, gripping her hip to slow her undulations, watching her carefully so I didn’t overstep as I attempted to lead the pace.
Her lips parted on a gasp, but her lids lowered over her eyes, expression suffused with nothing but desire as she relaxed beneath me, allowing me to take over.