Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Checking her watch, she opted to take a quick shower rather than a luxurious soak in the Jacuzzi. Today would be the worst time to be late, and she didn’t want to take any chances.
WHEN DAMEN LEVENTIS silently entered the bedroom, he found his young wife standing in front of the windows, a wistful expression on her lovely face. She was towel-drying her hair with one hand, and her slim body was hidden under the folds of a thick bathrobe.
His bathrobe.
The sight of her wearing something of his made Damen’s chest tighten in pleasure. He knew then he was right in coming here.
Across him, his beautiful Mairi remained oblivious to his presence, her dark eyes revealing longing. She was staring at the building across their home. It was the new headquarters of Leventis Enterprises, the place where he worked.
He walked towards her, and by the time she became startlingly aware of his presence, Damen was already behind her, his hand lifting her hair up so he could place a soft kiss on the side of her neck.
“Damen.” A soft whisper, filled with quiet happiness, at the realization that her gorgeous powerful husband was really here, standing behind her.
Wordlessly, he untied her bathrobe and she let him. She blushed from head to toe as the bathrobe fell to the carpeted floor. Even though she knew the glass in front of her was tinted, preventing anyone outside from seeing them, it still felt wicked, standing so promiscuously naked before the windows.
A sigh escaped her as his lips again nuzzled her neck. She melted against him, arching her neck as his arms wrapped around her, one hand cupping her breast, playing with her nipple.
“I love you.”
Damen’s huskily spoken words made her knees weak, and she felt so ridiculously shy as she mumbled back, “I l-love you, t-too.”
Damen chuckled at his wife’s adorably shy tone. Pulling away, he let his fingers slowly drift against her naked back, luxuriating in its satiny texture. She gasped, the sound sensuous, making his cock harden.
“Why...” His fingers drifted lower, reaching the small of her back. “...does it feel like you’re even less used to me saying ‘I love you’ now that we’re married, compared to when we were just going out?”
She squeezed her eyes shut in mortification. “I don’t know myself.” She felt his fingers curve around the cheeks of her bottom, and again a gasp escaped her, just before his fingers tightened, squeezing. A second later, he had her whirling around to face him.
She tried to cover herself right away. It didn’t feel right, that she was completely naked while he was fully dressed in one of his incredibly elegant business suits. But he didn’t let her, capturing her wrists and forcing them down.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he spoke first.
“I love you.”
Her struggles ceased, her gaze flying to him.
Damen’s handsome face was serious, but his lips were curved just the slightest bit. It was the kind of smile she knew he only reserved for her, a smile where he completely shed his cold ruthless persona as a corporate tycoon and became her Greek love, her Damen.
“I love you, love you, love you, matakia mou.”
Everything inside her crumbled, and she threw herself at him. “I love you!”
Damen caught her readily with a laugh, having already guessed how his wife would react. She was, in many ways, unpredictable but when it came to love—-
He knew her better than anyone else, better even than her aunts, the pair who had raised Mairi on fairy tales derived not from Hans Christian Andersen but instead from Harlequin paperbacks about Greek billionaires finding love with ordinary girls.
All her life, his Mairi had grown up believing she, too, would fall in love with her own Greek billionaire because it was her destiny. His Mairi was the kind of girl who would never stop wearing rose-colored glasses. And he wanted, needed...loved her that way.
Sweeping his wife up in his arms, he said, “I’d make love to you right now if I didn’t think I’d make you late. And you don’t want that, do you?”
Tightening her arms around his neck, she shook her head, unable to speak because she was just so in love with him.
Damen carried her all the way into their walk-in closet, lowering her only when they had reached the velvet ottoman in the corner. Taking a seat, she watched him with reddening cheeks as he rummaged in her drawer for lingerie. “Y-you’re dressing me?”
Damen nodded. Not looking at her, busy perusing her clothes, he murmured, “I thought if I dressed you up, you’d have more confidence to go to work later.” He pulled out the dress he thought best fit his wife. Glancing back at her, he asked with a raised eyebrow, “Am I not right, matakia mou?”
God, he was so beautiful when he looked at her like that. It rendered her speechless, making Mairi able to only nod. Yes. You. Totally. Right.