Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Get some sleep, my flower.”
Epilogue
Lincoln
Seven months later…
“Morgan, if you need anything or have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me.” Angus Morgan had been the head of my finance department and kept everything running smoothly for years. If there’s anyone that deserved the promotion, it was him. As soon as I tossed out the offer, he accepted, but we had to prep and plan for his replacement first.
His top manager in the department was promoted to his former position which is always great for my employees to see. We don’t always hire from outside, and upward mobility is a possibility with effort and talent.
“Thank you, Lincoln. I promise I’ll do my best to maintain the integrity of Lincoln Realty Investments.
“Good. I’m trusting you with my baby.” I’m still overseeing things, but the day-to-day will be handled by my former VP of finance, who has been training for the past two months. A knock on the door draws both of our attention, and I find my stunning wife standing there in a sexy dress that shows too much of her large tits. Her swollen belly on full display stiffens my cock. Something about her carrying my child turns me into a fucking feral caveman. My head swivels toward my replacement, and wisely, he’s focused on his computer screen.
“My flower, what are you doing here?” My eyes rake up and down her body and I already know the answer before she says it.
“We have the charity function to attend.”
“Fuck, I forgot.” I regret agreeing to attend now that I see her in that. She tilts her head and scowls, crossing her arms under her ample bosom. “Don’t worry, my flower. We’re going now.” I turn back to Morgan and tell him, “We’ll talk on Monday.”
“Take care and have fun.” He waves as I make my way to the love of my life.
Sliding my arms around her waist, I pull her in for a light kiss on her lips before pulling my head back to steal another look at my gorgeous wife. “You look breathtaking, Lacey.” I take her hand, leading her out of the glass doors to the elevators. “Now come on before I strip you out of that dress and forget all about the damn charity.”
She tosses her head back with an evil laugh as she slaps my chest. “No way in hell. I checked the guest list, and that bitch is going to be there tonight. I want her to see that the tart won.”
“It wasn’t a competition. You were the only choice ever.” My mouth crushes hers until the doors open to see Ms. Hooker standing there.
“Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hardwick. I was asked to bring these up to Mr. Morgan.”
“He’s in his office,” Lacey says. “Have a great weekend.” They made their peace after we came back from vacation. Despite being flirty with me, she was an incredible employee, and frankly, I’m glad because I’ve had too much corporate restructuring and all I want to do is have time alone with my sexy new wife and soon our little boy.
Still, Lacey does enjoy watching Monroe’s mouth fall open when she sees Lacey’s large pregnant belly.
I ignored the woman because I was only civil with her, and anyone rude to my wife automatically loses my respect. Although she did try to speak to me before we left the party.
“Lincoln, wait.”
“It’s Mr. Hardwick. Besides, Ms. Monroe, there’s nothing you have to say that I care to hear.”
“She’s only after your money.”
“She can have it all. It’s hers now that we’re married, so have a good night and stay away from me and my family, or I’ll have to press charges for stalking.”
“Some women will never learn,” Lacey huffs, walking up to my side.
“Are you well, my flower?”
“Yes. Better than ever. I’m ready for you to take me home and bang my brains out,” she says while Monroe is still in earshot.
“Gladly, wife.” I’ve been dying to be inside her all night.
Lacey
Five years later…
The cool breeze comes off the ocean in waves as the sun kisses my skin, and it feels incredible while I lie back on the beach. I’m nearly asleep when a large shadow blocks the rays. I open my eyes, already knowing who it is.
“What are you wearing, my flower?”
“A bikini, Mr. Hardwick. You have seen them before.”
“I sure have. When my wife is in our pool at home and right before I tear them off.” I stare straight at his crotch, loving how his swim shorts are tented.
“We have the beach to ourselves, Mr. Hardwick,” I say, reaching up to caress the thick length. It’s heavy and long, ready for me to take every inch deep inside.
“We do,” he growls, eyes dark with intent, mouth in a hard line.
“So don’t be so upset.”
“I’m not upset, wife. I’m horny as fuck, and you’ve been hiding that thing for two days.”