Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
"God, I love that sight," she moans, staring unabashedly. "Come inside, Teo."
"Little minx," I growl, lining up at her entrance when my dick twitches, eager to obey. She grins at me, her eyes dark and heated, a little glimmer of mischief in the depths. And fuck, I missed that sight. She was always so playful with me. I love knowing she never lost that. That we haven't lost it. Even after all this time, it's still there, naturally falling into place between us.
I lock eyes with her, falling still until she focuses on me. I want her full attention, want to command and adore her. And I want her to hear me.
"I love you, Nadia Mikhail," I murmur when she settles, staring at me intently. "I've always loved you. And I will always choose you."
I thought I was doing that back then—choosing her, putting her needs first. But I went about it all wrong. Not this time. I understand now what I couldn't then. I'd never been without her. I'd never experienced life without her at my side. I didn't comprehend the emptiness of walking through life alone, of having everything and still feeling like not a goddamn thing mattered.
She was always smarter than me, though. Even back then, she understood what waited without people to ground us. How lonely it could be. How goddamn little it mattered. Her perfect future wasn't just her perfect future—it was ours. It was never my dreams she was putting first. It was ours. I just didn't understand.
I get it now. And I won't fail us again.
"I love you, Teo Kirby," she whispers.
I surge forward, filling her in one deep thrust.
She cries out, my name ringing out around us.
I growl hers, lifting her up and down my cock.
She works with me, rocking her hips, taking me deep. We kiss and touch, loving each other to the brink again and again. Until my fucking legs burn and my chest aches. Until she's sobbing my name, writhing against the door in ecstasy, her pussy fluttering all up and down my cock.
For one perfect moment, we tremble on the edge together, our eyes locked, words of devotion spilling between us.
And then we shatter, falling to pieces in each other's arms. My fucking legs give out. I land on my ass on the floor with her draped across me, both of us panting for breath, both trembling.
"Hold me closer, Teo," she whispers, pressing her face against my throat. "Never let me go."
"Never," I vow, wrapping her up in my arms so tightly I'm not sure where I end, and she begins. "Fucking never."
This is my future now. And this time? This time, I'm fighting for forever.
Chapter Eleven
Nadia
By the time Teo flies out for the game, the fact that he stayed the night at my place is all over the news. I know because my phone won't stop ringing. Zoya is the first to call, squealing in my ear. She's over-the-moon thrilled for us. Innessa is equally as excited, peppering me with questions and pouting about the fact that she wasn't able to come visit with Zoya. My mom and dad are more reserved but no less excited for us.
"I should come, zaika," Dad says, worry in his tone. "Your face is everywhere. You have need of big, scary men in your life to keep these photographers away."
"Daddy," I say, laughing quietly. He is a big, scary man, more than capable of scaring photographers away. But we both know he's only looking for a reason to come check up on me. "I'm fine. Teo already took care of it."
"He did?" Mom asks as I stare out the window, taking deep breaths to keep myself calm and focused.
I'm heading to Olive's office in the back of the car she sent for me. Even now, cars aren't easy for me. I don't drive. I don't know if I ever will again. But Olive called me in for an emergency meeting, and there's no getting around this city without getting into a vehicle.
I already know what—or who—we'll be discussing today. Like Dad said, my face is everywhere right now.
"He did," I tell my mom. "He has security outside my house now, keeping the paparazzi at bay."
"He is smart boy," my dad grunts, clearly pleased by the news. "I will call him. We will make more plans to keep you safe, zaika. It will be well."
"Dad," I groan quietly. "Please be nice when you talk to him."
"Nice? I am always nice to Mateo. He is good boy, Nadia."
I shake my head, smiling to myself. He is so full of it. I hear the false innocence in his tone. He's going to harass the hell out of him as soon as he gets him on the phone, just like he did when we were kids. I know it. He knows it. Judging by the smile on my Uber driver's face, even he knows it. And he's only hearing half of the conversation!