Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He opens the faucets and waits for the water to warm before pulling me beneath the spray.
With a satisfied smile on my face, I watch as my man washes my body, thinking life doesn’t get any better than this.
“I love you so much,” I murmur.
“Is that the orgasm talking?” he chuckles, his eyes flicking to mine.
“No, it’s my heart.”
Nikolai rinses the suds from my body before he pulls me into his arms. He presses a tender kiss to my lips, then says, “We should get an engagement ring while we’re shopping for your new wardrobe.”
My eyebrow darts up. “That better not be your proposal.”
He tilts his head. “Ah…will you marry me?”
Gaping at the man, I slap his shoulder. “Seriously. I just let you come all over me. I want romantic.”
“Baby,” he groans. “I don’t know how to be romantic. Tell me what you want.”
Lifting my hands between us, I tick the list off on my fingers. “A candle-lit dinner. Beneath the stars. You telling me how you can’t live without me.”
“Okay, but are you going to answer me now?”
Giving him a playful look, I say, “No. I’m going to make you suffer. I’ll answer you when I get my romantic date.”
He grips my butt and squashes me to his chest. “I love it when you’re bossy. It’s cute.”
“I wasn’t going for cute, but okay.”
He captures my eyes with his, then murmurs, “Please let me love you for the rest of my life.”
Jesus, my heart.
“Let me protect you, take care of you, and satisfy you until my last breath.”
I’m hit with a wave of happy emotions, and my chin starts to tremble.
“I want you to make me a father. I need all your stuff scattered all over my house, so I see you everywhere.”
“Nikolai,” I whisper as a tear spirals down my cheek.
“I need you, Abigail. Now and forever and every day in between.”
I start to nod, then whimper, “Yes to all of that.”
A grin spreads over his face. “So you’ll marry me?”
“Nope. Not until I get my romantic dinner.”
“Christ, you drive me insane,” he grumbles before he pushes me up against the tiles, desperate to be inside me again.
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Chapter 41
Nikolai
We take the helicopter to the mainland, accompanied by five of my best men because there’s no way I’m taking a chance with Abigail’s life.
My woman has a beautiful smile on her face as we enter the first store.
“What’s my spending limit?” she asks.
I shake my head. “There’s no limit, moya lyubov'. Shop to your heart’s content.”
“Wow, that’s a dangerous thing to say,” she chuckles. “I’m going to drain your bank account.”
“Good luck trying.” I gesture for a shop attendant to come closer, then tell the woman, “Shut the doors. My fiancée needs all your attention.”
I hand her my black card, which has her eyes widening. “Yes, sir.”
My men guard the front of the store, and Abigail is taken to a small lounge where she’s offered a glass of champagne.
I shake my head before they can ask me if I want one too. Taking a seat, I relax back in the armchair and watch as my woman admires every item they show her.
“I need something that’s going to make my ass look great,” Abigail says without blinking an eye. “My fiancé is an ass-man.”
No filter.
God, I love her.
“What about this leopard print leather?” the lady asks.
I shake my head before Abigail can answer. “Hell no to anything with a leopard print.”
Another pair of leather pants is brought for us to see, and I nod.
“Okay, let me try it on,” the love of my life says before she heads to the dressing rooms.
Getting up, I follow after her and check each of the stalls before I’m satisfied that she’ll be safe.
When I start to walk back to the lounge, she asks, “Don’t you want to stay?”
“No, I don’t think the shop attendants want to hear me fucking you senseless.”
“Ooh, new kink unlocked,” she taunts me before pulling the curtain shut behind her.
I shake my head as I take a seat again, my eyes locked on the entrance to the dressing room. I love my woman’s kinky side, but what she doesn’t know is that the window in my bedroom is one-way glass. There’s no way I’ll ever risk another man seeing her naked.
When Abigail comes out and twirls in a circle for me, I nod immediately. “It’s perfect. Get two because I might rip that one off your body.”
“Hmm… promises, promises,” she teases me before swaying her sexy ass back to the stall.
While I watch Abigail try on one outfit after the other, I wonder how men can hate this. Seeing her smile while she tries to tempt me every chance she gets makes me happy.
Christ, I’m so fucking happy. How did I ever live a day without her?
When Abigail is satisfied with her wardrobe, I arrange for everything to be packed and carried to the G-Wagon we keep in Finland for our shopping trips.