Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
He opened his eyes.
“Missed you, Remy,” she whispered.
He felt the sting, the wet hit his eyes, but he didn’t kiss her to hide it.
He moved inside her, she moved with him. Their breath started coming faster, together. Their movements started to get more urgent, together. They held each other’s gazes throughout, and he would have liked for them to come together, but he’d eaten her, so she was closer and got there before him.
It was not a sacrifice, he got to watch.
Then he was able to give her the same.
When he came down, that was when he kissed her again.
And he did not pull out when he shifted to nuzzling her neck. He was going to stay inside as long as his cock remained hard enough to keep him there.
He smelled her perfume.
Van Cleef & Arpels Bois D’Iris.
It was in his nose and would be all over his sheets.
He had his Wyn back.
“It’s a lot to ask, but I don’t want you sleeping anywhere else but beside me until we figure this all out and get married again.”
“Are we getting married again?” she asked while drawing patterns on the skin of his back.
He heard the lilt of her teasing, but he still lifted his head and made plain how unfunny he thought that was.
She didn’t care.
“I like the idea of living in sin.”
“We’re getting remarried. It’s going to be ridiculously lavish, everything you ever wanted, completely obnoxious, and you’re putting your old rings back on your finger, but I’m getting you an eternity band to add to it. That Harry Winston one you saw in New York that last time we were there and tried not to let me see you liked it. The emerald cut one.”
“Wow.”
He’d had Lisa check the price when they got back home.
So…
“Yeah, wow.”
“No, I mean, yes, wow, to the Winston but also wow, you have this all planned out.”
“Have I ever fucked around?” he asked.
“No,” she answered. “Though, honey, I’m all for lavish, but you know me well enough to know I would never be involved in anything obnoxious.”
“I’m just saying, you’ll get what you want.”
And it wasn’t like she didn’t before.
But her parents insisted on paying for everything, and because they did, Wyn adjusted what she wanted to what they could afford.
It was a beautiful, amazing day, even if Colette minced through the affair like she had to be wary just in case they didn’t clean up all the hog droppings.
But he knew his wife then and now.
If she’d had the money, it would have been vastly different.
“I know what you’re saying,” she said softly.
He moved them beyond that. “So start thinking about it because we’ll need to do it before we get close to Sabre’s graduation. I don’t want to steal his thunder.”
“You’re certainly taking a lot for granted after one very nice orgasm.”
“Just very nice?”
“Yes, though it was more like very nice. However, I have a feeling the next one is going to be better.”
He made a noise that was a lot like a growl, which meant his wife reciprocated with a purr.
Yeah, the next one was going to be fucking awesome.
“Christmas,” he said.
Her eyes got big. “Like, you mean, for a wedding?”
“Yes.”
“I am obviously going to need to be married in Oscar de La Renta.”
He grinned. “Obviously.”
“It would take a small miracle to have a gown ready for December.”
“Then New Year’s.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Remy, that’s only an extra week.”
“Good thing Monday is a workday, and you can get on it.”
Her mind wandered, he saw it in her face. “This would be a perfect challenge for Noel.”
“Baby, right here.”
She focused on him again.
“Sleeping by my side?” he prompted.
And that was when he saw her face get soft, she cupped his cheek, and she whispered, “Just try to stop me.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
He felt his stomach twist, his throat get tight, and his voice was hoarse when he said, “If I could go back—”
“Stop it, Remy.”
“I hate I hurt you.”
“I know. I hate it too, and part of that is knowing how much you hate it. But it’s over.”
“I’ll never—”
She shifted her hand, so her fingers were over his lips.
“The hurt will never die if I have to live the rest of my life watching you suffer for it. It’s over, Remy. There’s more to figure out, but we’ll figure it out. Now,” she moved her hand, “kiss me before I go clean up.”
“I love you, Wyn.”
“I love you too, Remy.”
“I know,” he whispered. “Fuck, do I know.”
After he said that, he kissed her.
But she didn’t go clean up.
He went to the bathroom to get a washcloth to do it for her.
And after that, they discovered they both were right.
The next go was even better.
CHAPTER 17
French
Wyn
“When Pépé kicks it and we inherit his fortune, we’re buying a plane so we can take family vacations like the Kardashians,” Manon decreed.