Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
My eyes lock on Vanessa as she walks towards me, confidence in how she carries herself. She’s wearing another dress that’s molded to her perfectly shaped body, and I know it’s one of those nights when there is not a stitch of clothing beneath it, easy access for the both of us. Especially when we need a breather. It won’t take much convincing from me to have her sneak away for a few minutes or an hour.
“Have you been hiding again, Mr. Hudson?” My hand reaches for hers, pulling her body flush against mine. Fuck, whatever they say about proprietary when you’re in public, that ship has sailed. Kissing, hugging, holding her hand, it all fucking happens. The shit storm media frenzy came and went. The more we were out and about, the less they talked about us.
“Your father and I both were. How about we take a spin on the dance floor?” I mutter across her lips. I’m not much of a dancer, but suggesting this will keep her from questioning what Ed and I were talking about. I’m not quite ready to propose. When I ask her, I’ll be deep inside her tight pussy, whispering that I’m not going to take any other answer except yes while leaving my marks on both collarbones.
“Okay, who are you, and where is Parker Hudson?” I guide her through the small groupings of people, nodding to them but not stopping to talk to them, or I’d never get time with Vanessa alone.
“He’s right here. I either dance with you, kidnap you, or we leave this party, and we’ll both hear about it later on,” I tell her once I’ve got us on the dance floor, moving us until I’ve got her hand in mine, the other on her lower back.
“Well, I do appreciate a man who can a read a room, whisking me away from all those stuffy people.” She wrinkles her nose. We both know she’ll have to get used to it as things change, but for now, it’s my turn to take her away.
“I still like my idea of sneaking off to the coat closet.” She doesn’t look like she’d mind that too much, especially judging by how dilated her eyes are.
“It looks like Millie and Ezra are leaving. Surely, we can, too?” Nessa whispers over the music playing softly.
“Oh, now it’s okay to leave, when Millie leaves, not when I suggest it?” I arch an eyebrow. She takes action, pulling away from my body, hand still in mine, and we’re walking off the dance floor we only entered moments ago. I’m okay with this because wherever Nessa goes, I’ll be right there beside her.
Epilogue
PARKER
Six Months Later
“Thank God, we’re finally alone,” Nessa says the instant we’re in our room. There’s not what feels like a million people. While the wedding was everything Vanessa, her mom, and my mom wanted, all I cared about at the end of the day was her last name attached to mine. Between the ceremony and reception, people surrounded us, an annoyance that had me ready to toss my wife over my shoulder, fuck everything else, and whisk her away. I knew without a doubt if I carried out that plan, our family would never let us live it down. After our final goodbyes, we hopped on a Four Brothers private company jet, where we got a slight reprieve from the never-ending conversations. We headed to the back bedroom, where I stripped her out of her wedding dress while her hands were fumbling to get me out of my suit, and took consummating our vows to a whole new level in the sky, tiring us both out until a light knock on our door from the crew let us know we were landing in thirty minutes.
“Nothing but the two of us. No phones, no work, no clothing for two weeks straight,” I tell her. I booked us an exotic vacation on the beaches of Bali. The only time we’ll be interrupted is when we call for room service, not that I foresee us taking advantage of that. Nessa enjoys cooking, another reason to have them stock the kitchen with plenty of foods, and I’m not above watching her in the kitchen in nothing but a barely-there bathing suit or nothing at all.
“I guess we better go change into them. No one is on the beach, right?” There’s a twinkle in her eyes. My woman is damn insatiable, and I’m reaping all the rewards for it.
“Babe, I wouldn’t have booked a place any other way. Why the hell would we have this damn money and not enjoy taking advantage, like I’m going to take advantage of you soon?” I guide her to the attached bedroom, where the suitcases were stowed away after the concierge escorted us to our bungalow.