Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Padding into the walk-in, master closet, I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed one of my shirts and a pair of panties for Hazel to wear to bed. I set them on the edge of the mattress and turned down the sheets before heading downstairs to get my laptop. While I was there, I nabbed a snack and a couple of bottles of water to bring back up with me. I set everything down on the bedside table and noticed that there weren’t any noises coming from the bathroom when I made it back upstairs. I nudged the door open, not wanting to startle Hazel if she was reading, and found her dozing off in the tub. Her tea and book were where I’d left them, so she must not have lasted long.
I carefully lifted her out of the water and wrapped her up in one of the towels. Her green eyes blinked open for a brief moment, and she sighed as they drifted shut again. My arms tightened around Hazel’s curvy body when she cuddled against my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck. Moving over to the bed, I gently set her down and toweled her off. Once she was dry, I slipped my shirt over her head and tucked her under the sheets without bothering to slide her panties on.
It was going to be hell sleeping next to her all night knowing that all I had to do was lift the soft material past her hips to get access to her pussy. But I wasn’t about to risk waking her up while putting them on when she was exhausted enough to pass out in the tub. She needed the rest, and I was going to make sure she got it.
Pressing a light kiss against her forehead, I whispered, “Sleep well, peaches.”
Chapter 5
Jamison
“I can’t believe I’m actually here, at the Met Gala of all places.” Hazel’s eyes were wide as she stared out the window of the limousine. She was so fucking gorgeous with her coppery hair piled on top of her head, a green dress that made her eyes pop even more than usual, and a King’s ransom worth of diamonds and emeralds dripping from her ears, neck, and wrist. I’d surprised her with the jewelry right before we left for the party, and her eyes had gone round with shock when I’d put the earrings, necklace, and bracelet on her. She’d tried to argue that it was all too much, but I’d just kissed her until she blinked up at me with dazed eyes before helping her out of the house and into the car. “It’s like we’re in a movie or something, with all the famous people dressed to impress.”
“None of them have anything on you.” I trailed my fingertips along the neckline of her dress, over the swell of her tits. She looked down at my hand, and her breath caught. The sound reminded me of the moment right before she came, and my cock flexed against the zipper of my tuxedo pants. “You don’t need the hair, make-up, or designer dress to stand out. You’re already more beautiful than everyone else here.”
Her gaze darted out the window again. “Right. Sure, I am.”
The hint of sarcasm was impossible to miss and so unlike my sweet Hazel. It was difficult for me to wrap my head around the idea of my wife not knowing with every fiber of her being exactly how beautiful she was. The only thing I could figure was that maybe it was a pregnancy hormone thing, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to say that to her.
After a quick glance out the window to gauge how much time we had left before it was our turn to exit the limo, I slid off the seat and dropped to my knees in front of her. Taking her hands in mine, I squeezed them until she looked down at me. Keeping my eyes locked on her green orbs, I rumbled, “When I first spotted you at your parents’ fruit stand, you were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. And you’ve only gotten more beautiful since then.”
“Jamie,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I just don’t see how you can really think that. I’ve already gained fifteen pounds, and I’m not even halfway through my pregnancy. By the time I have our baby, I’m going to be as big as a...a...a hot air balloon!”
Her sputtering response and wide eyes were so fucking adorable—and more like the girl I’d fallen in love with—that I had to force my lips from curving up in a grin that I was certain she wouldn’t appreciate in this moment. Lowering my head, I brought her left hand to her belly and placed it over the swell where our baby was growing. “Knowing that I popped your cherry and filled your womb with my baby is sexy as fuck. To me, every pound you gain is just more proof of how much you belong to me.”