Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I glided my palms up her torso and around to cup her tits as I slid in deeper and deeper. “Merrick,” she moaned, bowing her back so my hands were spilling over with her tits, and wiggling her ass in an attempt to drive me out of my mind, so I would lose control.
“Knock it off, Audrey,” I commanded. She whined but stopped pushing her ass into my groin. I rewarded her by twisting and plucking her nipples while I seated myself fully inside her.
I loved the way her pussy clenched around my cock whenever I pinched a hard peak.
“Please, Merrick,” she begged softly.
That was always my undoing.
I fucked her hard and fast until we were both shouting with release. Then I flipped her onto her back to do it all over again.
The next day, when we sat down to breakfast, she winced as she climbed onto one of the tall chairs at the bar.
I smirked, and she glared at me.
“You earned it, Audrey,” I said as I turned to the stove to scramble our eggs.
She huffed but didn’t deny it.
When I set a plate of food in front of her, she muttered, “If you like seeing your handprint on my ass so much, why don’t I just have it tattooed there? Then it would only sting once.”
I laughed, having heard this many times over the years. “Because I’d have to kill whoever had their eyes and hands on my wife’s body. And I promised to be done with that life.”
She grumbled good-naturedly until she shifted and winced again.
“Stop smirking!”
I sat down next to her and moved her onto my lap. “I love you more than anything, Audrey Ashford,” I mumbled as I buried my face into the crook of her neck.
She sighed and melted into me. “I love you too, sailor. Forever.”
Extra Epilogue
Audrey
“You’re sure you’ll be okay on your own with them today?” My husband was capable of single-handedly toppling a dictatorship if he was so inclined, but that didn’t stop me from worrying about leaving him home alone with a preschooler and an infant.
“Relax.” Merrick flashed me a sexy grin, his dimples popping in his cheeks. “I proved yet again how easily I can handle a wildcat like you just last night. Our children will be easier to contend with.”
A delicious shiver raced up my spine at the memory of how he’d held my wrists against my lower back while he’d bent me over the edge of our mattress and took me from behind. Although our bedroom was soundproofed—one of the first renovation projects Merrick had done after we bought our house—I’d buried my face in the comforter to muffle my moans each of the three times he’d driven me over the edge. After we’d been interrupted by Lana’s cries around midnight the night before when Merrick was balls deep inside me, the last thing I had wanted was to wake up Kohen or Lana before we were done. But my sexy husband had made it impossible for me to keep quiet with his relentless quest for my orgasms. Not that I was ever going to complain about his dedication to making me come. “You didn’t think Kohen was easy when you found him covered in baby powder the other day.”
“I definitely learned my lesson there.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll go hunting for him if things get too quiet around here while you’re gone.”
I was incredibly grateful that Merrick’s travel security consultant business—he specialized in teaching safe travel practices to journalists and business people—allowed him to mostly work from home since the kids could be a handful at times. Lana was only six months old but had recently figured out how to crawl backward after rocking back and forth on her hands and knees for the past month or so. She couldn’t move forward yet, but that didn’t stop her from getting to where she wanted to be, which was usually wherever her older brother was.
Kohen needed to be watched closely because he had a tendency to get into everything. At four years old, his curiosity was endless and often led to mini-disasters...like when he tried to figure out how the baby powder came out of the bottle. He kept squeezing the sides while peering into the tiny holes at the top until he was covered in white from head to toe, all without making a sound. The only time he was quiet was when he was getting into mischief. “You probably shouldn’t let him get too far away in the first place.”
Merrick wrapped his fingers around my wrist and yanked me against his chest. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ve got this.”
“I know.” I heaved a deep sigh and stroked my cheek against his shirt. “It’s just weird to be heading out for the day when I’m used to spending my time with you guys.”