Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"Making brownies isn't doing science, Olive," Sarah protests through laughter.
"It is if you don't know how to make brownies," I mutter.
Mason chuckles, scooping me up into his arms. "Come on, I have something for you."
"You do?" I blink at him, suspicious. "If it's the Serial Killer's Guide, I'm opting out."
"Just follow me," he says, smirking at me.
I shrug, following him across the store.
"It's in the back," Lilah calls to him.
"Thanks."
"Suspicious and suspicious-er," I mutter, but they just ignore me as he leads me around the counter.
"Close your eyes, Rebel."
"Is this the part where you tie me up?" I ask. "Because I might be down for that."
"Just close your eyes, smart ass."
I grin at him and then squeeze them closed. "Happy now?"
"With you? Every day."
I cling to his hand as he leads me into the back, navigating carefully so I don't trip or bump into the walls. Once he has me right where he wants me, he steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me to tug me up against his chest.
"Open your eyes," he murmurs.
I blink them open…and then blink again when my gaze falls on the massive bouquet of books and flowers arranged on the worktable. "What…?"
"Lilah and Sarah have been helping me with it," he murmurs. "I've been discreetly buying copies of all your favorites to add to it since the third time I came here."
I spin to face him, my eyes wide. "What?"
He points at The Notebook.
"That's what you were doing with it?"
"Mmhmm." He grins at me. "Sarah told me that you loved it, so I wanted you to have it. The Princess Bride is in there, too. And Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, and a few others." His lips quirk into a wicked grin. "I even added a few we can discuss in detail later."
I step forward, running my hand over the delicate petals of the flowers. "Why?" I breathe, awed at how much work he had to have put into this. The thing is massive. Literally every book I've ever loved peeks from behind rose petals.
"I want to give you the world and all the magic in it," he murmurs. "But books are your world. They're your magic. I figured this was the best place to start."
"Mason," I whisper, tears welling in my eyes.
"I intended to give it to you when I asked you to marry me, but the timeline got a little rearranged." He hooks an arm around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I like it better this way, Rebel. Now, you have two new memories to cherish instead of one."
I spin in his arms to face him. "I love you."
His smile is devastating. "I love you too, Olive. And I meant every word I said last night. I don't want to change you. You're exactly who the world needs you to be. And I'm the lucky motherfucker who gets to love you."
I fling my arms around him, pressing my face up against his throat. "I don't deserve you."
"That's where you're wrong," he murmurs, tipping my head back to brush his lips against mine. "You deserve the world. Starting right here, right now, I'm going to give it to you, Olive Medlock."
"You've been doing that all along," I sniffle, burrowing into him like I can merge us into one being, my lips against his. "Thank you for unloading boxes shirtless."
"Thanks for stealing your own mail."
"Anytime."
He chuckles against my lips, squeezing me tight, only to groan when my hand slips between us, brushing his cock. "What are you doing?"
"Preparing to discuss some of those other books in detail," I whisper, tugging his zipper down. "I thought I'd start with a demonstration."
"Jesus," he groans, his head falling back as I wrap my hand around his cock. "The whole store is going to hear us."
"Then you should be very, very quiet," I breathe, sinking to my knees in front of him, mischief in my gaze.
"Fuck," he whispers, already shaking as his hand sinks into my hair.
I just lean forward, my eyes locked with his, so goddamn happy my heart might burst.
Epilogue
Mason
Three Years Later
"Harder, Mason," Olive moans, arching back against the shower wall. "Please."
"No." I nip her shoulder, dropping her just as slow as I did last time. "Not until you come just like this, Rebel."
She writhes against me, panting for breath. "You're so mean."
"You fucking love it," I remind her, nipping her again. "That's why you're so wet for me right now." I slip my hand between our bodies, ghosting my thumb across her clit. "It's why you stay this wet for me, baby."
She whimpers softly, her inner muscles fluttering all up and down my cock. She's so damn close already. I know she is. She's just being stubborn about it.
"If you don't come on my cock right now, I won't fuck you the way you want me to fuck you," I growl in her ear. "I'll leave you all wet and needy until I get home tonight."