Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Patrick leans forward, seizing my plush pout with his own.
“Degrees mean nothing to me,” he growls. “You’ve demonstrated your intelligence and insight again and again, sweetheart. You’re the perfect match for a diamond company, not to mention the perfect mother for my children.” His large palm comes up to cup a big breast, and I moan sensuously as he fondles my nipple, making hot jolts lance down from my tit to my cunt. This man always pleases me, and now that I’m pregnant, I need it all the time too. Yet Patrick’s the man for the job because he’s virile and voracious. Our sex life has only reached new heights, and I can’t wait to see how the rest of my pregnancy plays out.
But then, a thought strikes and I pull back.
“So are we going to grow some diamonds for the Degas Hotel? I did steal their stuff,” I remind with a flirty pout.
Patrick grunts, still focused on my curvy form.
“Hell no. Christian Degas never noticed. He’s got multiple chandeliers strung with lab grown gems, so trust me, he’s got enough on his hands. Besides, those diamonds were in your cunt and ass, honey. No way I’m handing them over to another man.”
“Oh really,” I say in a coy tone. “And what do you plan on doing with our little stash then? Heck, we’ll have a lot more now that we literally own a diamond lab. We can spare a few.”
My man pulls me close, biting my neck lovingly.
“I’ll find a use for them,” he moans. “Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. Besides, Degas is hiding out right now. There’s no way to reach him.”
“Hiding out?” I ask, wrinkling my nose. “But why?”
My handsome fiancé shrugs, his azure eyes glowing with appreciation as they take in my pregnant form.
“That fucker gets in moods sometimes. He has a cabin in the woods and will stay there for weeks at a time, like a fucking hermit. I have no idea what he does when he’s there. Probably drinks himself to death,” Patrick remarks. “His ex-wife was a fucking lunatic, and my understanding is that her daughter is the same. It’s a complete shitshow.”
I squint at my fiancé.
“Wait, so his ex and her daughter are at the cabin too?”
Patrick shrugs.
“Your guess is as good as mine, but their divorce was brutal and my understanding is that the ex tried to “claim” the cabin by staking out the place. With the help of her teenage daughter,” he adds. “Like it was the fucking wild west and she could “take possession” by her mere presence. But I don’t know,” he says. “It’s another man’s personal life and I don’t want to know.”
“Okay,” I say with wide eyes. I’m about to say more, but I decide not to because it sounds like Christian Degas has turned into a mountain man, with a vicious ex and a young woman underfoot. My only hope is that something untoward doesn’t happen, whether it’s homicide, violence, or sheer repressed sexual tension. You never know with these things.
But I’m happy in my castle in Ireland, with my handsome man, and his baby in my belly. I pull Patrick close again before whispering against his lips.
“Thank you, Mr. O’Lachlan. The Viscountess is very happy.”
His blue eyes gleam as he takes in pregnant form.
“Thank you, Mrs. O’Lachlan to be. The Viscount is very happy as well.”
Then, our lips join as our hearts meld because we’ve left Vegas behind, but I’m sure we’ll go back. After all, there’s too much excitement going on, given the mix of plus-size curvy girls, dashing billionaires, and even a mountain man and his precocious stepdaughter thrown in for good measure. But for now, I want to focus on my family ... and the gorgeous alpha male who made my dreams come true.
THE END