Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Ana. Shit. Oh, Ana. I can’t hold back any longer.”
“Don’t. I ache for you, Tyler. Never hold back. Let me feel you. Come with me, Tyler. Fill me up.”
I panted for breath as our hips rolled against one another’s. I held on to him, my fingers curling into his skin as he fisted my hair. He bent my neck to the side and kissed my skin, causing goosebumps to trickle all over my body. I bucked faster, drenched in my sweat. I felt him pulsing and writhing as every single one of his muscles rolled and worked for my pleasure.
And like a rubber band that had been stretched one too many times, I snapped.
Crashing my lips to his, pouring my groans down his throat, I chanted his muffled name as his cock pulsed inside me, his hips stilling against my body. He fisted my ass and drew me closer with his hands. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he rolled us over, cloaking me in his soaked body. His face fell to my neck, and I buried mine in his, the two of us shivering and quaking as pleasure rendered us helpless.
We collapsed against one another, heaving for air as his cock stayed sheathed within me. Our intermingled juices dripped from between my thighs as he lay there on top of me. I caressed his back while his lips streaked across my shoulder. He nibbled on my ear as I slid my toes up the backs of his legs. We couldn't stop touching one another, couldn't stop enjoying one another. We couldn't stop holding one another.
“I love you, Ana, forever and always.”
“I love you too, Tyler. I never stopped.”
It was the truth. I never had stopped loving the father of my child.
Epilogue
Tyler
Three Months Later
“Do we need anything else, Dad?”
“Let’s see. We’ve got the cups, right?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“And the Sprite for the punch?”
“Uh huh.”
“What about the miniature moisturizers for the gift bags?”
“The little red tubes?”
“Those are the ones,” I said.
“We’ve got those.”
“Then I think that’s it.”
“Mom always forgets stuff.”
“In her defense, she’s been very busy lately. This thing with Bloomingdale’s is very big.”
“What’s it called again?” Brody asked.
“It’s called a launch party. See, your mother is going to be designing her own line of clothing for the store, and it launches tomorrow. They’re celebrating the launch tonight before the store opens in the morning.”
“Then Mom’s clothes will be in the store?” he asked.
“Exactly.”
“And this is a big thing?”
“Son, it’s a very big thing,” I said.
I drove Brody and myself to the hotel where the party was about to begin. Ana had been running around doing so many things that she had forgotten a few things on her list of items for the party.
The head designer of Bloomingdale’s kept telling her to rely more on the party coordinator they had hired specifically for this purpose, but I knew Ana wouldn't use him any more than she had to. She was a powerhouse to her core, independent and full of life.
She’d throw this party on her own unless someone chained her down and restricted her movements.
“We’re back, Kristi.”
“Oh, thank you. Thank you for running out. I need those moisturizers now. And the Sprite. People are going to start arriving soon, and I have to get the punch together and put it in the chiller,” she said.
“Can I help?” Brody asked.
“Wanna pour an entire bottle of Sprite out?”
“Yeah!”
I passed off the rest of the things we had picked up to the party planner who had become nothing but a shadow in the background. The conference room that Bloomingdale’s had booked for the party looked phenomenal. The smells of dinner drifted from the massive kitchen, and the silk tablecloths glistened underneath the dim lighting. There was a tower of champagne glasses, a chocolate fountain, a dance floor, and a DJ setting up in his booth.
They really had gone all out for this party.
I dipped into a restroom to put on my suit. Then Brody came in and I helped him with his. I had decided to put us in matching suits that would ultimately match Ana’s dress. Or at least based on what she had told me her dress looked like. I hadn’t actually seen her in it yet. But she had said it was blue and silver, so that was what I went with.
We had light gray suits with dark blue button-down shirts and silver ties. We were practically twins. I took his hand and we emerged from the bathroom. Then we headed straight for the party that had already begun.
The room was filled. There had to be at least five hundred people here to celebrate. And in the middle of it all, sipping on her glass of water and being doted on by the bigwigs, was Ana.
She looked absolutely breathtaking.
Her royal blue dress had a stitched silver design that flowed down the expanse of the gown. It had small spaghetti straps with fabric that fell off her shoulders, and every time she moved, the gown sashayed with her hips. Her silver jewelry sparkled in the light of the room, and her beautiful blond hair was piled high on her head. Her entire ensemble made her aquamarine eyes pop as she panned her gaze over to us.