Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Come on my cock.”
It takes two more thrusts before I fall apart around him. I begin to fall forward. Foxx holds me in place, driving into me and rolling his hips.
I can feel his cock pulsing into me, spilling his seed into the condom.
I shudder, and my teeth begin to chatter. I shake uncontrollably as the last waves of the orgasm break over me.
Finally, just as my arms are about to give out, Foxx slides out of me. Then he helps me to settle against the mattress softly.
I’m aware that he has moved away from me. I hear the rattling of plastic and something dropping into a trash bin. Shortly after, he crawls onto the bed and lies next to me. He brushes a lock of hair out of my face.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes full of concern.
“Never been better.”
His body falls with relief.
I smile at him. “I’m not used to this, so I’ll need a minute to recuperate.”
“What do you mean you’re not used to this?”
“Well, I haven’t had sex in a couple of months,” I say. “And then it was just a couple of times with my neighbor.”
His eyes darken. “It’s not a good idea to talk to your husband about who you last fucked.”
“Why? You didn’t want me.”
He rolls over and pulls me next to him. “It was never a matter of me not wanting you, Bianca. It was a matter of it not being the responsible decision.”
“And marrying me is responsible?”
“It certainly solved a lot of problems.”
I smile against his side. “That it did.” I pause. “But what if it creates more problems in the end?”
He moves until he’s fully on his side with his top arm draped around me. I’m cocooned against him.
“Want to get cleaned up, and then we can get some food?” he asks, yawning.
I want to call him out for not answering my question but think twice about it. Maybe it’s better if we don’t talk about it. Maybe we should enjoy this while we have it.
“I’ll run the bath. Can you see if any menus are lying around?” I ask.
He kisses my forehead. “Deal.”
“Deal.”
We climb off the bed, and I search for bubble bath. It feels like it’s time to get clean, knowing that my husband will soon be making me dirty all over again.
CHAPTER 20
Bianca
Moonlight streams through the open curtains, creating a romantic, sultry glow around the bedroom. Foxx lies in the middle of the bed with his arm curled around me. He holds me tight against him.
I considered joking about him taking up most of the king-sized real estate. But it occurs to me that it might be his way of ensuring I stay close to him. If that’s the case, I don’t want to ruin his plan, nor do I want to embarrass him.
Foxx has blossomed in front of me tonight. He sat in the bath with me, refilling the tub with hot water twice. He seemed perfectly content to listen to my stories and only interrupted me to ask questions, give thoughtful advice, or tease me. The teasing was my favorite.
His chest rises and falls smoothly beneath my cheek. He strokes my arm, occasionally pulling me tighter as if the inch I’ve fallen away from him is too much. His body is hard yet relaxed. This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.
“Today has been magical,” I say, my eyelids heavy.
The events of the past twenty-four hours begin to accumulate on me. A wedding, reception, drive to Silver Springs. I had sex for the first time with my husband. A long, hot bath with the sexiest man alive and had delicious room service. I feel more seen and treasured than I knew was possible.
He hums. The sound rumbles through his body, tickling my cheek.
“I have to admit that the day started out strong but continued to get better as it went on,” he says, trailing his fingertips across my skin.
I smile against him.
“Where do you want to go for our real honeymoon?” His tone is husky from the late hour. The grit of it pulls at my core.
“What do you mean? This is our real honeymoon.”
“I suppose to some degree. But this is a generic version of what I want to deliver.”
I run my hand down his muscled abdomen. “Mr. Carmichael, there was nothing generic about what you delivered.”
He chuckles. “I’m glad you think so. But I fully intend on taking you on an actual honeymoon. I just haven’t figured out where that place might be.”
“That’s unnecessary, you know. I would want to do the same thing we’re doing here, regardless of where we were on the planet.”
He bends his head and plants a kiss on the top of my head.
My heart flutters at the sweet gesture. I try not to think too much about it. Otherwise, I’ll internally spiral about it ending, about the mess at home … about returning to Nashville.