Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I lock my legs at the ankles and pull him closer. He aligns himself at my entrance and pushes inside me.
“I was beginning to think you were all talk,” I say, tilting my head back and enjoying the stretch of him being buried deep.
He smiles. “Hold on.” He moves my arms to wrap around his neck. The next thing I know, he’s lifting me and stepping away from the counter. “Bounce on your cock, baby.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I begin to move, and we both moan. He grips my ass cheeks and assists with lifting me and dropping me back down on his cock. My body tightens around him with every thrust. The fire in my core intensifies until it crashes into me like a hurricane hitting the shoreline. It’s intense and overwhelming.
“There you go. Squeeze my cock.” He moves us to the wall, pushes my back against it, and hammers into me repeatedly. Aftershocks of my orgasm race through my veins as he calls out my name, spilling inside me.
We’re both still and panting before Legend carries me back to the island and sets me down, his cock still buried inside me. Reaching over, he grabs the small gift bag and hands it to me.
“I thought we were going to eat first?” I tease, all too comfortable still being connected to him this way.
“Just open the gift, gorgeous.”
I take the bag from his hands and pull out the tissue paper. I don’t know what I was expecting, but a new Kindle Paperwhite wasn’t it. “You bought me a new Kindle?”
“You mentioned your battery wasn’t staying charged the other night.”
Placing the bag and my gift on the counter, I grip his shoulders and pull him close. His cock twitches inside me, and I raise a brow.
“That’s what you do to me.”
“Thank you for my gift.” I kiss him softly. “I love you,” I say against his lips.
“I love you, Monroe Raines.”
We stay in the kitchen, naked, just kissing and enjoying the fact that we’re both in this. We’re in love, and we’re married, and we’re not allowed to say the D-word.
We eventually clean up and sit down to eat our dinner, and as soon as we’re finished, my husband keeps his promise and makes love to me until the sun comes up.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Legend
It’s noon by the time I get to the shop. I’m working late tonight. A longtime client booked this date months ago. He needs to do later in the day because he works third shift. I don’t mind it.
Of course, at the time, I didn’t realize how much I’d enjoy going home to my wife. I smile when I think about how I had her bent over in the shower this morning before she left to meet Emerson for breakfast. We’ve gotten used to showering together, and even though she tried to sneak out of bed and let me sleep in, I joined her a few minutes later.
There will never be a time when my naked wife will be within reach that I won’t be right next to her. I’m addicted to her. I’m pussy whipped, heart whipped. I’m soul whipped, and any other kind of whipped you can think of, sign me up if it means life with Monroe.
If the guys could read my thoughts, I’d never hear the end of it. That’s not exactly true. Roman would have my back. He’s all the above for his wife too.
One day, when they all fall ass over heels in love, they’ll understand.
“All right, man, what’s with the cheesy smile?” Forrest asks.
I don’t even bother trying to school my features. “Just in a good mood.”
“I call bullshit. You’ve been extra smiley the last few months, but the last few weeks have been on another level. You’re like happy-go-lucky Legend on steroids.”
I laugh. “Just living the dream, brother.”
“This have anything to do with your wife?”
“It has everything to do with my wife.” I’ve not confessed to any of the guys that my marriage is real and permanent. I don’t know why. I guess I just wanted to stay in my happy love bubble with Monroe.
“What’s up?” Forrest asks.
“What? Can a man not be happily in love with his wife?” I ask.
“Whoa.” I turn to see Lachlan standing behind us. “You just dropped the L bomb.”
“I’m aware.”
“Mad! Rome!” Lachlan calls out for the other guys. I knew this was coming when they found out. Not that I care. We give each other shit on a daily basis. It’s our love language. At least, that’s what my wife calls it.
Maddox and Roman come strolling into the break room.
“How are you all not with a client right now?” I ask them.
Roman shrugs. “Just worked out that way. My next is in fifteen minutes.” He turns toward Lachlan. “What’s up?”
“Legend is in love.”
Roman smiles. “She know?”