Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Oh, please,” she says, rolling her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitches, betraying her amusement. “You and I both know it works for us. Besides, I’d never let it interfere with our personal lives.”
“Good,” I murmur, my voice dropping low as I close the space between us. My hands stray to her hips before I tug her closer. “Because I love you way too much to let some stupid work disagreement mess up what we’ve got.”
Her breath catches as her hands rise to my chest, her fingers grazing the fabric of my shirt. “Way too much, huh?”
“That’s right. Way too much,” I confirm, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “More than I ever thought I could love someone.”
Her teasing smile softens, and her gaze locks on mine, the usual sharp edge replaced with something deeper. “More than your ’90s campaign?” she teases.
A chuckle slips free as I shake my head. “Even more than that.”
My lips capture hers in a slow kiss. The world outside fades away as I lose myself in the feel of her. Her body molds perfectly to mine as her hands tangle in my shirt, anchoring me to her.
When we finally pull apart, her eyes stay closed for a beat longer, her forehead resting against mine. “I hate to ruin the moment, but,” she says, her tone laced with humor, “don’t forget we have my mom’s wedding this weekend.”
I groan, throwing my head back. “How could I forget? I’ve been counting down the days for months now.”
With a laugh, she bites her lower lip as her eyes sparkle. “Don’t worry,” she says, her voice turning playful, “if you behave, I’ll make it worth your while.”
My head snaps down, and I raise an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “Oh, really? And what exactly did you have in mind?”
She smirks, her hands sliding up my chest. “Oh, you know... it might involve a private dance.”
I tilt my head, pretending to consider her offer. “And?”
She swats my pec with a mock scowl. “What do you mean ‘and’? Isn’t that enough?”
I shake my head, grinning as I lower my voice to a husky whisper. “I want a dance and a BJ. You know I like that swirly thing you do with your tongue.”
With narrowed eyes, she swats at me again. “Now you’re just being greedy.”
“For you?” I say, leaning down until our noses are nearly touching. “Always. That’s never going to change.”
Her expression softens, her gaze searching mine. “I really hope it doesn’t.”
“It won’t, baby,” I promise, pulling her fully into my arms. “Not ever. This is just the beginning for us.”
She buries her face in my chest. Her voice is muffled but full of emotion when she whispers, “I love you.”
I hold her closer, savoring the moment and the feel of her against me. With her wrapped in my arms, and life waiting just outside the door, one thing’s clear—whatever comes next in our lives, it’ll be a wild ride.
And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.