Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
“I thought for sure you saw one of the waiters clearing the closet out. It was full of chairs and tables. I thought you’d rumbled my plans.”
“You have plans?” I shake my head, more in exasperation than denial. “And I thought my surprise was going to be a three-way with a gay pastry chef at the end of tonight.”
My surprise for him is a courtesy of my wedding-day boudoir shoot. A book of sensual prints for his special alone times . . . and a request to be his audience.
“Nothing says love and devotion like a three-way, huh?”
“What happened to ‘happy wife, happy life’?” I say with a pout.
“I’m saving that experience for our thirtieth anniversary, remember?”
“That’s one reason to stick around, I suppose.” I give a theatrical sigh.
“I can give you a million others,” he purrs.
But he’s already given me more than enough reasons to stay. He’s given me his love and his support. His devotion and his care. It was Fin who suggested we auction our elaborate wedding gifts, and he’s promised a portion of his wealth and his attention to social causes that he knows mean a lot to me.
The site near Baba’s old nursing home is to be demolished, and while it will be replaced by a commercial site, Fin has made sure there’s funding in place for so much more for the community. There’s to be affordable housing—no more dilapidated tower blocks—a community center, health services, and youth projects that are more than just empty promises. I even found him talking to the insult-wielding kids during my very last visit to Baba’s flat. Saying goodbye to the place was bittersweet, but to find him outside asking those kids what they’d like to see in the area? It was everything.
“I’m sure I can get you to kiss a man before then,” I whisper, fighting a flood of happy tears.
“The only lips I’m interested in kissing are these,” he says as he reaches for me.
His fingers thread through my hair, and our lips, mouths, and tongues work in perfect harmony. Breaths mingle, sighs becoming heavier, kisses becoming deeper and dirtier, because we just can’t help ourselves. Until . . .
“Wait,” I whisper as Fin begins to slide down my body. I know what he’s about—we’ve been in this position once or twice before. And I want, I crave—but unlike some people, namely Fin, I have a sense of propriety. “Not in your friend’s hotel, surely? Not when they’re holding this party.”
“How scandalous!” he exclaims like an elderly aunt as he teasingly ruffles the bias-cut hem of my dress. “Wait, didn’t we already fuck in one of his rooms last night?”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“And that was . . . encouraging.”
It’s then I realize he isn’t on his knees but his knee. He slides his hand into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a tiny velvet box.
“You won’t let me buy you a new wedding ring, so I got you this,” he says, pulling out a ring with a trio of diamonds. He takes my hand and slides the ring onto my finger until it meets my wedding band. “Three stones. Yesterday, today, tomorrow,” he says, pressing his lips to my knuckles. “I’m yours. With everything I am and everything I have, I’m yours now and forever.”
Emotion wells inside as I stare at the ring. “Fin, it’s so perfect.”
“Just like you.”
I shake my head. “Not even close.”
“You are perfect for me,” he says, his voice teeming with emotion. “Now, let me show you the only other lips in the world I’m interested in.”
“Fin!” I fill his name with warning.
“Craving, more like,” he says, slipping his hands under my dress. “And you wouldn’t like to deprive me, would you, slut muffin.”
“That’s a horrible name.”
“That’s why you love it.”
The minute his fingers touch my skin, I’m done for, and the scrap of my underwear is sliding down my legs.
“Just a taste,” he whispers. “Just . . . let me.”
“God, yes.” I let out a stuttering breath at the first brush of his tongue, my fingers curling in his hair. I no longer care about silk creasing or propriety. I just need him.
“Fuck,” he growls as his tongue swipes through the already-wet ribbon of my flesh again. “Better than anything.”
“We really shouldn’t—oh, my days,” I whisper as he licks long and lushly. “Do that again.”
“Again and again and for the rest of my life. Morning, noon, and night, my love, because I fucking love you. And I love fucking you.”
“Less talking,” I rasp, tightening my fingers in his hair as his lips engulf my clit. As he sucks and kisses, as he makes out with my pussy until my body thrashes against the wall.
“Fuck yes! Get there for me, darlin’. Come for me. Come on my tongue.”
His words, his mouth, tip me over the edge, my body flooding with heat and light and joy as my body rises to where his tongue meets my climax.