Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Joy
“That is the seventh person you’ve told we’re newlyweds,” I fuss at Ford as we stand in line at our gate. We’re boarding the plane for our honeymoon after a very long night spent at Club Crave.
My body is sore all over, and I barely slept. But I don’t care because my husband couldn’t keep his hands off of me.
“It’s exciting,” Ford answers. “Besides, a man has a right to be proud of his new bride.”
“Oh, sure. You’ll tell everyone that we’re newlyweds, but you won’t—” I glance around and lower my voice, so no one overhears me. “Join the Mile High Club with me?”
“And risk someone else hearing you? Those noises you make when I’m deep inside of you are for me and me alone.” It’s that possessive, jealous note in his voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
He puts a hand on my hip and gives it a firm squeeze. “Be a good girl on the plane, and I’ll let you ride my cock the moment we’re at the hotel.”
I blow out a breath, not even sure how I’m going to survive this flight. Not when my big, strong husband has been making such filthy promises.
It turns out the plane ride isn’t nearly as arousing as I thought it would be. Mainly because I fell asleep on Ford’s shoulder. Not sleeping the night before probably had something to do with exhaustion from my wedding night, but I have zero regrets. It was worth it.
By the time I woke, we were descending, and he had fastened my seatbelt back around me. I blink open gritty eyes and smile up at him. I still can’t believe we’re doing this together. We’ve only known each other for a year, but it feels like a lifetime.
We wait to disembark until the plane is nearly empty. While waiting, I distract Ford by telling him about the painting classes that are coming up. It’s better to wait to leave the plane. If someone else bumps into me, Ford will lose his shit.
He already nearly lost it on a guy who he swore was looking at me across the aisle. I’m pretty sure the guy was just focused on his phone and wasn’t paying me any attention at all, but try telling that to my jealous, possessive husband.
When we finally disembark, someone is waiting for us with my name and Ford’s on a cardboard sign. I get a thrill out of seeing our names together. I like the feeling of ownership and possession and the way it signifies that we’re going to build a family together one day.
Ever since I asked him to stop using condoms, he’s been on me constantly. He hasn’t stopped talking about needing to add more bedrooms to the cabin for our big family. I had to point out that we weren’t even pregnant, and he just sent me a look and said, “Yet.”
The limo ride is beautiful, and I use my phone to take dozens of photos. There are so many landmarks and sights I can’t wait to tell Holly and Callie about. I want to document every moment of this trip so even when I’m old and gray, I never forget about it.
I frown when we pull up outside of iron gates. I don’t remember our hotel being here. The more I look, the more I realize this isn’t a hotel at all. It’s a sprawling villa complete with staff caring for the grounds. “I thought we were staying at a hotel.”
Ford shrugs. “I upgraded us.”
I gasp at the opulent surroundings when we go inside. I’m pretty sure that vase on the antique entry table costs more than our cabin. It probably costs more than two of our cabins. “How could you possibly afford this?”
“The security consulting.” When he notices I’m still frowning, he chuckles. “You never noticed the fees in my contract.”
I shake my head. I’ve handled so many contracts for him. My job is to scan the documents and make sure they’re in order. I don’t pay attention to what they actually say.
He gestures around us. “Well, honey, what we do pays very well.”
“I’ll say,” I mutter as I glance around. I love the marble floors and the way the sunlight streams through the windows and the banister with its intricate carvings that look like they’re from centuries past.
“What do you want to see first?” he asks. “There’s a home theater room, a massive pool in the back, a garden maze, and a...”
Before he can finish speaking, I interrupt him. “How about the bedroom?”
“The bedroom,” he repeats, a grin lighting up his tired features.