Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you make me happier than ever.” He pulls back to nip at my lower lip with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue. “Best day of my life was walking into our home and finding you on your knees, when you threw your attitude back at my face when I gave you shit.” He proceeds to suck my top lip into his mouth, eyes locked on one another’s, neither of us not so much as blinking. “And, woman, I love you so damn much, you’re permanently ingrained in my soul.” He goes back to kissing me. This man, Jesus, what he does to me. He’s always one-upping me with his actions, his words, his devotion to me, and I’m going to hold on to him with two hands for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
DANICA
Four Months Later
“Theo, you did not put a ring on my finger without asking. Fucking caveman,” I groan out loud. I’m in bed, flat on my back, and he is doing wicked things with his tongue once again. The man is addicted to my pussy, which works for me because I’m addicted to his cock. What I was not prepared for on the day I was scheduled to walk across the stage was waking up to being engaged.
“Fairy.” His voice reverberates along my slit. There is not rushing Theo. If he wants to eat me, he’s going to even if we’re both late. Which we will be if he doesn’t stop licking me like I’m dessert for breakfast.
“Yeah, yeah, I accept.” I throw out a pretend yawn. It’s all an act. I pretend like I don’t secretly love his caveman behavior or how he likes to carry me around. I love him and his crazy-ass antics.
“I had no doubt.” His head peeks through the sheet I lifted up when I woke up at him moving my legs to accommodate his broad shoulders.
“And if I had said no?” I ask. God, this man. There are a lot of women out there who wouldn’t be able to deal with him and his overprotectiveness, his obsessive behavior when he has to know my comings and goings. I do, and for good reason. Theo Goldman saved me when I was drowning, not technically, but I was drowning in misery, barely existing in this great big world. I mean, on top of having him and his friends, I now have a relationship with my mom again, who is honest to God thriving. She’s working at a women’s shelter, living outside of the city, and is now divorced. Mom is also no longer using her married name and went back to her maiden name, much needed if you ask me. We don’t talk a lot about her time with Charles, and I’m glad. It would make me angry all over again. She talks to her friends, and, well, I talk to Theo if I’m having a moment.
“I would have made you come over and over again until all you could say is yes.” His hair is a mess from sleep, and I know I’m about to have another amazing day. He won’t have it any other way. “Are you ready to walk across the stage?”
“I am. Do you know what else I’m ready for?”
“What’s that, fairy?” He nips at my chin. His naked body is pressed against mine, cock lying against my center.
“I threw away my birth control last night.” Technically, I was supposed to throw it away last month per our agreement a while ago, but life got hectic. Theo didn’t say anything when I kept taking it every morning, never missing a day. He just raised his eyebrows, looked at his watch, and then continued on.
“Fucking finally. Jesus, I thought it would take another four months. I’m going to put my baby in you, Danica. I’m going to love you and our children with everything I have.” I know he will. Theo doesn’t even have to say it aloud.
“I love you, and I can’t wait until we have a little girl. I pray she gives you so much hell, too,” I tease, knowing how Ezra is relentless with telling him little Danicas will soon invade the penthouse, and we’ll be looking for a new place to live.
“We’re moving. We can’t raise kids in a penthouse,” is his response as he pulls his hips back and bottoms out inside me, shutting me up in the best way possible.
Epilogue
THEO
Two Years Later
“Danica, your daughter shit her pants again.” Brooke, our nine-month-old daughter, is currently in the corner of our living room, red faced and grunting as she destroys yet another diaper.
“Oh no, you don’t. I housed her for nine months, birthed her, had to get stitches. She has your big head, and who does she come out looking like?” We’re in the kitchen of our brownstone. It took some time for us to find our house in the same neighborhood where Parker and Ezra live. We were down to the wire. Danica was ready to be in a home and nest or preparing to stay in the penthouse until Brooke was born. Luckily, our realtor found a home before it hit the market, and we looked at it that day. We offered full asking price plus an incentive, and we closed the next week.