Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I am,” I say.
He raises his glass. “You did good, brother. I’m proud of you.”
Susie joins him a minute later, and I catch the look she gives him. It’s curious and assessing, with a spark that’s going to be trouble later.
I wrap an arm around Mari’s waist as we sway to the music. She leans her head against my chest.
“We actually did it,” she whispers, slumping against me with exhaustion.
“We did,” I say. “Now the real adventure starts.”
“That’s romantic,” she says with a small laugh.
“It’s true.” I smirk. “Marriage isn’t always as perfect as the wedding day.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she hums thoughtfully. “The last year has been pretty perfect. But I’d take one bad day with you over a perfect day without you.”
I lean in and kiss her hard, a chorus of cheers bursting out around us.
It’s well past midnight when the last of the guests leave. The estate finally goes quiet, except for the faint hum of the city beyond the hills. Our son is asleep in the nursery.
Mari slips out of her dress in the low light of the bedroom, wearing only white silk underneath. My breath catches. I’ve seen her every day for over a year, but she still steals it.
“Lev,” she says softly, standing by the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
The sound of her voice undoes me.
I cross the room slowly, never breaking eye contact. When I reach her, I cup her face in my hands and kiss her like it’s the first time all over again, deep, hungry, and reverent. She melts into me, her hands sliding beneath my shirt.
“I love you,” I whisper against her skin. “You, our son, this life. I never expected this the first night I met you in that club. I’m so glad our story didn’t end there.”
Her fingers trace the scars on my chest.
“I don’t think I could ever have forgotten you,” she says softly. “Even if you weren’t my boss, I don’t think I ever would have forgotten that night. Maybe this is where we were always meant to end up.”
I kiss her again, harder this time. The kiss deepens, turning a little rough and needy. She pulls me closer, and the soft and breathy sound she makes snaps what’s left of my restraint.
I lift her, carry her to the bed, and lay her down. She reaches for me as I undress, her eyes never leaving mine. The air between us hums with heat. I slowly climb on top of her, kissing every inch of her skin I can reach. She gasps and shudders every time I uncover a new spot of pleasure.
Then I’m sliding my fingers inside her, my cock throbbing as I hear her whimper in pleasure. There are a million things I want to do to her, and I wish I could do them all at once, but I know we have time. We have the rest of our lives for that. So I take my time. I taste her, savor her, and go as slow as I dare so that we’re both on the edge of shattering.
“Lev,” she cries as her hands tangle into my hair. “Please.”
That single word is enough to make the world tilt. I cover her body with mine, pressing a kiss to her throat before claiming her mouth again.
She meets me with the same fire, pulling me down until we fit together perfectly. Then I’m sinking into her, so slowly and carefully that I’m sure we’re both going to break. I move slowly at first, savoring the feel of her. Her breath stutters, her nails drag lightly down my back, and when I finally thrust deeper, she gasps, clutching at me.
Every sound she makes burns through me. Every whisper, every breath. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me close, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Then I lose all control, focused on nothing but the way her walls clench around my cock and how she gasps my name. My hand reaches between us so I can stroke her in the way I know makes her fall apart.
“I love you,” she breathes, the words breaking on a moan.
I press my forehead to hers, so close to the edge myself. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
Her voice trembles, but there’s nothing fragile about her. She’s completely in control of this situation, and we both know it. I kiss her again, swallowing the sound of her sigh. Then she’s clenching hard, shaking, screaming as loud as she dares with our son sleeping just a few doors down. It’s all I can do to hold it together before she pulls my release from me.
As we both come down from our pleasure, her hand finds mine, her fingers tangle with mine.
“Thank God you’re so good at making me come, or this marriage would be really awful,” she teases, a little breathlessly.