Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I kiss my way back up his body and stare down into his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re still hard.”
“It’s a permanent condition when you’re around.” He chuckles and pulls my head down for his kiss. He devours my mouth while I reach between us to line his still-hard cock up with my opening.
I circle my hips and press down, taking his hardness deep. I sit back and stare into his eyes as he lets me take control. It doesn’t take long for me to find the perfect rhythm to drive us both crazy. He rolls both of my nipples between his fingers then drags his nails down the center of my body, causing goosebumps to break out in his wake.
When he presses his thumb against my clit, electric sparks sizzle along my nerves as I come, clenching my inner muscles tight around his cock to make sure he comes with me. One orgasm blends into another as he shouts my name.
I use my very last ounce of strength to drop down on his chest.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move for the rest of the weekend,” I mutter against his warm skin as he runs his hand slowly up and down my back.
“That’s okay. There’s room service.” He chuckles.
“Then everything is perfect.”
“Not yet.” He rolls over and hops out of bed. “But it’s about to be.” Nash quickly rushes to the living room, and I hear him rooting around for a minute. The next thing I know, he comes back and drops to his knees next to the bed. “I love you, Valentina Perkins. Life will be perfect if you agree to marry me.” My heart pounds away in my chest when he holds out a stunning diamond ring. “What do you say? Will you make an honest man out of me?”
“I love you, too, so I guess I’ll take one for the team,” I tease and throw my arms around his neck as the perfect future stretches out ahead of us. “But first I want to know how you found out my full name.”
“That’s my little secret.” He smirks and covers my lips with his. When we come up for air, he slips the diamond ring on my finger. “When I took Boo to the vet for her shots last week, they had me look over the information to make sure it was correct. I saw it then.”
“I should’ve known Boo would let you in on all my secrets.” Happiness flows through me as I snuggle into his warm embrace.
Eight years have rolled by since Leni and I tied the knot, and what a wild ride it’s been. As I head into the living room, the sight before me defines the perfect chaos of our family. Nora Anne, our adorable five-year-old tornado, is sprawled across the floor surrounded by books, toys, and every single teddy bear she’s decided to adopt in the last month. It’s a mess, sure, but it’s our mess, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Her little brows are furrowed in intense concentration as she works on what I assume is another ambitious masterpiece. Pride swells in my chest but is quickly interrupted by her loud, commanding voice. “Daddy!”
I turn to face my miniature negotiator, who has dropped the crayon and is now standing, hands on her hips. “I have a very important question for you.”
“What’s up, munchkin?” I chuckle. She's the kind of kid who knows how to get what she wants, and I can’t help but admire the fierce spirit already shining through.
“May I have ice cream for dinner?” she requests, a serious expression plastered across her face like she’s just laid down a monumental law.
I lean back against the doorframe, arms crossing over my chest. “Ice cream for dinner? Hmm, that’s a pretty big ask.” I try to keep my smirk in check, knowing how this type of negotiation usually goes down.
She narrows her eyes, a determined look that’s all too familiar. “But I already had vegetables for lunch.”
“You’re a growing girl,” I respond, keeping my tone light but firm. “You need more than ice cream for dinner if you’re going to grow up big and strong.”
“What if I eat all of my dinner first?” she counters, the gears obviously turning in that clever little head of hers. “Can I have ice cream then?” she pleads, her voice climbing an octave as she bats those big innocent eyes my way.
I chuckle, shaking my head in mock defeat. “Alright, you negotiate like your aunt. Eat all your dinner and I’ll make sure you get a bowl of ice cream for dessert.”
“With rainbow sprinkles on top?” This kid is a pro.
“Of course.” And she has me wrapped around her little finger.
Her face lights up and happiness flows off of her in waves. “Yay!” Nora exclaims, bouncing on her feet before she dashes toward the kitchen with a triumphant giggle.