Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“The father I was to you has been my biggest regret. I’d like a chance to do it differently.”
“Can we start with this?” Parker asks. “I’d like to get to know who you are now, versus the man I knew you to be. Can we start here, and then take the future as it comes?”
“I’d like that very much,” Louis says, and he swallows back tears.
“Thank you,” Parker says to him and then looks over at me. “And thank you.”
“For what?” I ask, and she smiles.
“For always having my back, even behind the scenes.” She leans forward and kisses my cheek before pressing her face against mine. “For loving me enough so that I never went without,” she whispers in my ear.
“I love you,” I answer softly as I lean back and smile at my wife. “Why don’t we have some lunch?”
“Sounds perfect,” Parker says, and Louis agrees.
It’s late in the evening by the time we make it home, and the sitter has already gotten the kids to bed. After I lock up and check on the kids, I make my way to the master to get ready for bed. Parker is already there sitting in the middle of it wearing one of my old T-shirts.
“You okay?” I ask, and she nods. “It was a heavy day.”
“I just can’t believe how different he was. How much he changed.”
“I think some time and perspective can do that to an old man. And being alone.”
“I can’t believe my mom left him, but she was always in it for the money.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” she says slowly, and then her smile grows. “You’re a pretty wonderful husband, you know that?”
“I’m glad you think so.” I reach under the bed and pull out the box I’d stashed under there earlier today. “Because I got you something.”
“Our anniversary isn’t for a few more months,” she teases as she takes it excitedly from me.
“You’re wrong; our anniversary is today.”
“But this isn’t the day we met.” Her nose scrunches up in the most adorable way.
“It’s the anniversary of the day I got your package in the mail.”
Her eyes widen as she looks down at the box. “You didn’t!”
“Oh I did. It’s charged up and ready to go.”
She squeals as she rips it open and pulls out a new vibrator. This one is red and shaped like a rose. “How do we even use this?”
“Lie back and let me show you,” I say as I turn it on. She places her finger over the little hole in the center of the petals, and her eyes widen in shock.
“Is that going to suck on my—”
“You’re damn right it is,” I say, pulling her legs out from under her and tugging at her panties.
“God, I love you,” she breathes as she spreads her legs wide and waits patiently.
“I love you too, sweet girl.”
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THE END!
Say You’re Mine
BY ALEXA RILEY
Iris woke up one morning thinking she knew exactly how her day was going to go. But being kidnapped and smuggled out of the country wasn’t part of the plan. Now she and the muscled mercenary are confined to a train with a bed only big enough for one.
Dutch was hired to do a job, but things got…complicated. One sassy comment has him weak in the knees, and now he’s ready to make her his.
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Warning: Did we accidentally write a daddy book? No. Yes. Okay, fine we did. But we didn’t mean to! Just read it!
For Jisa Dean… your books made us do this.
Chapter One
IRIS
“Iris, stand up straighter and suck in.”
I do as my mother asks as she pulls on the zipper of my dress up. She tugs hard, and I hear her strain, but it doesn’t budge. She lets out an irritated huff and then narrows her eyes.
“Did you drink water all day yesterday?”
“Yes.” I always do as she asks, and even though I’ve never lied to her, she looks like she doesn’t believe me.
If she could control every bite of food that went into my mouth she would. She’s put me on a diet before, but then my dad found out and he went through the roof. Mom can get away with a lot of things, but on a rare moment when Dad pushes back, everyone falls into line, including Mom.
“We’ll have to get something else.” She tsks and shakes her head. “Such a waste of a beautiful dress.”
The passive aggressive dig is something I’m used to, so I ignore her. I wiggle out of the dress, and she turns around to shuffle through the rack of clothing her personal shopper brought over today. This is so over the top for a backyard tea party, but I keep my mouth shut.
I’d love to tell her if she wants the dress so badly she should wear it herself. Although it would hang off of her slender frame and look like a paper bag. Years ago I found pictures of when she modeled. She was gorgeous then, and she still is now. She’s all legs, with silky hair, and her skin is perfect too.