Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Come.” He hits me hard as he watches his cock disappear into my body. “Come now.” He growls.
And like the slave my body is to him, I convulse on cue. Julian holds himself deep, crying out as his own orgasm rips through him.
We pant and gasp for air, our hearts racing out of control.
Our lips meet. The kiss is soft, tender, and gentle. My beautiful man is finally back where he belongs.
“I love you,” he whispers as he falls against me.
I hold him close and I can’t help but smile. “I love you, too, Mr. Masters.”
“Dad’s home!” Sammy calls from his place at the window.
Excitement instantly fills me. Julian had to go to work today, but we want to tell the children about our engagement together. I had to take my ring off and everything.
I stand in the kitchen with my nerves dancing in my stomach. As soon as he walks into the house, his eyes find me across the room and I melt.
I haven’t seen that look from him in such a long time and it feels so good.
It feels like home.
Willow is doing an assignment on the kitchen counter when Sammy rushes to meet him.
Julian walks in and puts his briefcase down. He seems nervous, too. “Hi, Will.”
“Hi,” she mumbles, distracted.
“I thought we might go out for dinner tonight,” he says. “To celebrate,” he adds.
Willow looks up from her assignment. “To celebrate what?”
He holds his hand out for me to take. I walk to him and he puts his arm around me. “We have some news.”
Willow smiles instantly, but Sammy simply frowns as he looks between the three of us.
“Brielle and I are getting married.”
Julian pulls me close to his body and kisses my forehead. The children stare at us in shock.
I wait for their reaction…
And I wait.
And I wait.
Oh no. Aren’t they happy?
“What?” Will frowns.
“My eyes rise to Julian. I frown, unsure what to say.
“Brielle is going to be my wife. That means she’ll be your stepmother. She’ll be moving in to live with us,” he explains.
They both look at each other, then us, and then each other again.
Finally, Willow screeches. “Yes!” She jumps from her chair and nearly knocks her father and I over as she wraps her arms around both of us. “Oh my God. I’m so happy. This is awesome.”
I laugh at her excitement, and then my attention turns to the beautiful little boy in the room.
Sammy’s face falls.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I whisper.
“I don’t want you to marry Dad.”
I crouch down in front of him. “Why not?”
He twists his little hands in front of him. “Because if he gets cranky then you will leave.”
I smile and Julian rolls his eyes. "No, I won't baby. I like your dad… even when he's cranky."
Julian smirks.
“That’s just who Dad is.” I smile. “And I love him, faults and all. I’m not going anywhere.”
Sammy smiles and looks between the two of us, a flicker of hope blooming in his little eyes. “Really?”
I nod. “Really.”
He jumps up to kiss me and hugs Julian.
“Where’s your ring?” Julian asks.
I dig it out of my pocket and hand it to him. He slides it onto my finger as the children watch on in awe.
Julian kisses me softly. “Now you’re really stuck with the three of us.”
I giggle and I pull the three of them into a group hug. "Where are we going to celebrate?" I ask.
“I don’t know, but can I have some champagne?” Willow asks as she pulls out of the hug. “It is a celebration.”
“Definitely not,” Julian grumbles. “You’re only—” Willow cuts him off. “Yeah, yeah. I get it, Dad. I’m only sixteen.”
The children are in bed asleep. Julian and I are downstairs in the living room, lying on the sofa in each other’s arms. I brought my essentials back for the weekend today and put them in my old room. “Let’s go to bed,” Julian says with a tender kiss to my lips.
“Okay.” I smile, stand, and go to walk to my room.
“Where are you going?”
“To my bedroom.”
Julian shakes his head and his dark eyes hold mine. “Your bedroom is upstairs.”
Time stands still.
He takes my hand and softly kisses the back of it before he leads me up the stairs at a torturously slow pace. We finally make it to his beautiful, luxurious suite.
He opens the walk-in robe. "This is your wardrobe." I look in and smile because it's already cleared out and empty.
He takes me into the bathroom and opens up the bathroom cabinet—the one I got caught snooping through at the beginning of this whole story. “I’ve cleared your side out.”
I smile cheekily. “Am I allowed to look in here now, Mr. Masters?” I tease.
Who knew all those months ago that this story would turn out like this? I certainly didn’t.
He smiles and stands behind me, his lips dropping to my neck in reverence. I watch us in the mirror. Julian towers over me and is wrapped around me like a blanket.