Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Still, it’s my job to take care of you, and it’s one I want to do, take away any stress I can, including helping your mother. She should be able to walk around carefree, work at the Inn without being worried her husband is going to barge his way inside and strong-arm her. I’ve got the money and the power. What good is it if I don’t use it in a way that’s beneficial to the woman I love?” Boston Wescott has stunned me silent. My mouth is opening and closing, like a fish out of water. The man who tossed the four-letter word out uses his the side of his pointer finger and thumb to close it. “You heard me right, Amelie. I’m well aware we’ve got a few hurdles to jump through—your father, my family, a baby that I’ll give my life for with no questions asked.” My breath is lodged in my throat, eyes filling with tears, unable to control my damn emotions. Everything Boston said, it’s exactly what I want—him, our child, my mom to be okay. Fuck the rest, whatever happens.
“I love you, Boston. I think I have all along. You may have left me, and that still hurts at times, but I know why you did it, even understand it a bit, but if you ever do that again, I will fly to New York or wherever your ass is and kick you in the balls, no matter the fact we will be having more than one child together.” He must like what I said. My naked body is no longer pressed against his; I’m flat on my back, his hands on my wrists, holding them hostage above my head. The look in the father of our child’s eyes is one of pure devotion.
“Amelie, as God as my witness, with every depth of my fucking being, I am not leaving without you ever again. I screwed up, believing I was trying to protect you from my own father and his personal vendetta against me and Four Brothers. I should have known better, abandoning you with a different type of wolf. I’m sorry I almost missed out on this, and not just my cock being in its happy place. But I mean the doctor’s visit, hearing our baby for the first time. Fuck, I’d have never forgiven myself. I watched yesterday as you stood your ground against Noah, and, beautiful, I have no doubt in my mind that when it comes to Governor Wescott you can hold your own.” He wedges his body closer to mine. The muscles in his arms ripple, causing me to lick my lips. A different kind of emotion is taking over. One that’s filled with nothing but lust, desire, and love.
“You’re forgiven, though I’ll take more apologies in the form of orgasms. Plus, what you’re doing for my mom, it’s unbelievable, and I’m so incredibly thankful.” He lowers his body further. My eyes slide away from his fiery orbs, tracing the slope of each perfectly sculpted muscle of his chest and abdomen, watching his heavy cock bob once then twice.
“Good, now that we have shit settled, it’s time for me to start on the first of many orgasms to come.” I’m silenced once again with his lips and tongue. My legs wrap around his waist, and with one movement, Boston is seated deep inside me, making me realize that maybe I forgave him too fast. The rewarded orgasms are pretty freaking spectacular.
TWENTY-ONE
Boston
“Bingo,” Sylvester says later in the day. Amelie is currently bustling back and forth between the kitchen and the front concierge area. One of the Inn’s employees called in sick, some kind of stomach bug. The only thing that’s keeping me calm and not lashing out is that my eyes are on her at all times. Our slow and easy morning turned into running one errand after another, starting with meeting Sly at the office building, which is currently under contract; the only thing we’re waiting on is for the owner to sign the papers, all-cash offer, no contingencies or inspections were necessary. The building needs a lot of work, not enough for it to be a complete tear-down, but it will need work from the inside out. As much as I’d like to beautify the outside, helping restore another piece of history in the area, too much could go wrong, like windows being blown out by the demo crew, brickwork shaking from jackhammering to replace the plumbing, and that’s only the half of it. Sylvester whistling when he saw the shape of the place was all too telling. The same couldn’t be said for Amelie. There were stars in her eyes as she spilled out ideas to preserve what could be salvaged, going so far as to pull up pictures of how the building once stood in its glory.