Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I arched into the touch. “Mila will be furious.”
Maxim bit my neck, eliciting a sigh from my lips. “Mila is in on it,” he said. I drew back, looking at him, and he gave me a wolfish grin. “Who do you think planned the whole thing?”
“Tell me where we’re going,” I begged, just like I’d done every day since he’d told me he’d found the perfect honeymoon spot.
“Nope,” he said, continuing to plant those searing kisses along my neck. “It’s a surprise.”
“I’ll get it out of you,” I said, slightly breathless. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he slid his hand beneath my dress, teasing me between my thighs.
“You’ll never break me,” he challenged, and I gasped when he slipped those fingers beneath the silk of my panties.
“How long do we have until we get to the airport?” I asked, rocking against his hand.
“Twenty minutes,” he said against my mouth, kissing me and making my head spin.
I pushed against his shoulders, and he moved back, his hand sliding out from under my dress. He arched a brow at me as I flicked my gaze from him to the closed partition of the limo and back.
“What are you doing?” he asked when I leaned over, unzipping his dress slacks.
“I can do a lot to break you in twenty minutes, Mr. Zolotov.” I flashed him a heated gaze before lowering my head between his thighs.
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Zolotov,” he said, hissing as I wrapped my mouth around him.
It only took three minutes before he tugged on my hair and hauled me up to straddle him, and took even less time for him to sink inside my heat.
And by the time the limo arrived at the airport, I knew he was taking me to Italy.
Maxim’s hair was disheveled from me running my fingers through it, but he looked good enough to eat as he toted our luggage toward our gate.
“Ready to have some gelato with me, wife?” he asked.
“Ready to visit every single museum with me, husband?”
He pulled me in for a kiss. “Whatever you want.”
“I just want you,” I said. “Always you. Only you.”
He squeezed me tighter. “You have me.”
“Then I’ll never need anything else.” I tugged him to my level, kissing him like no one was watching, even though everyone else at the gate most certainly was.
But it didn’t matter.
Not anymore.
Because he was mine and I was his and we were on a brand new chapter of our happily ever after.
THE END