Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
A dream come true.
Maybe even the miracle I didn’t see coming my way fifteen minutes ago.
It’s still crazy and risky and possibly something I’ll come to regret if something goes awry, but I’m not stupid. If we decide to go through with this, I’ll get all his promises in writing before I take a single step toward the OB-GYN to get rid of my IUD.
“We’d need a contract,” I finally say, fighting to keep the excitement from showing on my face when he says, “I’ve already had one drawn up. It’s at my rental. If you like, we can go take a look at it now.” He glances over my shoulder. “Assuming you’re done at the wedding. I was planning to come by your place in the morning to speak to you about the proposal. I didn’t expect you’d be available tonight. Weaver told me your friend was getting married.”
“She was. She is. Married, that is,” I say. “And she won’t mind if I leave the reception a little early. I’ll text her on the way to your place. I think it’s better I see the contract now, before I have a chance to sleep on this and talk myself out of making a deal with the devil.”
“I’m not the devil,” he murmurs, his hand settling on my hip, setting my skin on fire. “If I remember correctly, you enjoyed the time we spent together. Very much.”
“And I’ll enjoy saying goodbye to you forever even more,” I say with a smile.
It’s true…sort of. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to baby-making with Hunter. The thought of him inside me with nothing between us makes me wet and my nipples are still scandalously hard.
The man knows exactly what to do with his body and with mine.
He’s so good, in fact, that I won’t mind if it takes a few months for us to get pregnant. I haven’t had a reliable lay in my life for way too long. And as much as I loathe Hunter’s smug personality, his skill at delivering earth-shattering orgasms will allow me to overlook that…for a time.
“You will say goodbye this time, right?” I add, as his hand slips down to cup my ass, drawing me against where he’s already hard, proving I’m not the only one vulnerable to the chemistry between us.
“I will,” he says, his voice husky. “And I’ll mean it. For keeps.”
“Good,” I say.
It is good. It’s great.
And pretty soon, I could have everything I want, every dream for my life falling into place, save one…and who needs a husband anyway? As long as I have my girls and my freedom and a precious little one of my very own, I can’t imagine wanting for anything else.
Right?