Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Her eyes were guarded as she looked at me, as if she anticipated the answer she didn’t want.
We stared at each other for a while.
“Can I come in?” I finally asked.
My voice seemed to snap her out of her focus. “Sure.”
We entered her living room, pictures of her and her kids everywhere. It was a home. It gave me a jolt of unease, but I’d already made my decision, and there was no going back. I faced her, seeing her fear linger in her eyes. Her arms moved across her chest, her usual posture when she was putting on a front.
“I want this.”
She tried to keep up her front, but slowly, she started to melt. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She took a slow breath, a film moving over her eyes.
“I’ll sell the business. Live a quiet life. But I don’t want to rush into anything.”
“I never asked you to.”
“Someday…when I’m ready…I’ll meet them.”
She nodded. “That’s fine with me, Grave.”
“Your kids will be out of the house in less than ten years. Are you sure this is something you’d want to start over?”
“What do you mean?”
“Having a couple babies. I know raising a family is hard. You did it once. Now you’ll have to do it again.”
“Hard?” she asked, a slight smile on her lips. “It wouldn’t be nearly as enjoyable if it were easy. The hardness is the best part. I would absolutely do it again, especially with you. No problem there.”
I pictured her pregnant with my kid, her feet swollen, me taking care of her so she wouldn’t have to waddle around the house. I pictured us living at my estate outside Paris, enough room for four kids, thousands of acres for them to enjoy. It was a life I’d pictured with Camille, but now this picture looked better, looked more vibrant. “Are you free tonight?”
“Tonight?” she asked, her eyebrow cocked. “I’m free right now.”
I released a quiet chuckle, seeing her undress me with those demanding eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I walked toward her, my hands touching her for the first time, planting around her waist with my thumbs over her belly. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight band, showing the feminine contours of her face. I dipped my head down as I came close to her, landing with the softness of a pillow.
It felt like a year since I’d last kissed her, even though it’d just been a week. And this kiss was sweeter because it was everlasting and because she was the last woman I would ever kiss. My hands reached for her ass, and I lifted her to me so I wouldn’t have to bend my neck to kiss her far below. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I kissed her as I held on to her juicy ass.
Her arms hooked around my neck, and she expressed all her emotions through her kiss. Her job was supposed to be to satisfy me, but then she took it a step further by making me feel like a man, making me feel like the only man she’d ever set her eyes on. She wasn’t afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve, to be transparent in her feelings, to love me without actually saying it.
I carried her to her bedroom and dropped her onto the bed.
Her hands yanked my sweater over my head before she planted her palms against my hard chest. Her lips were on me again, not wanting to break our kiss for more than a second.
I tugged off her leggings, taking her sneakers with them.
Her hands popped the button on my jeans.
We were naked together except for the sports bra, and I sank into her like a man claiming undiscovered land. I buried my entire length inside her and ignored the small wince she made.
It felt so good to be inside her again.
Her legs locked around my waist again, and we moved together, clawing at each other as we fucked. My hand fisted her hair, and I breathed into her cheek. “Fuck…this pussy.” It was already indescribable to fuck a woman you desired, but it was another level to fuck a woman you couldn’t live without, a woman you would give up everything for. And when I felt how wet she was, felt how much she wanted me, there were no words. “I love you.” I said it as I nailed her, said it as I fucked her like a whore.
She dug her nails harder into me, meeting my thrusts with deep pants. “I love you too.”
I walked in the door of Camille’s apartment. There were a couple suitcases in the entryway. “Camille?”
She came down the stairs a moment later, wearing leggings and a sweater like she was doing housework. “Hey.”
“Going on a trip?”
“Kinda. A very long trip.” She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her palm. “Cauldron and I are going back to Cap-Ferrat…back home.”