Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Bianca’s eyes had grown big and round, bright with hope and happiness. “Really?”
“I would never lie to you, kitten.”
“I lo—um—want to be married to you, too. Right now.”
My lips pursed, and my eyes narrowed at how she stumbled over her word choice. I was positive she’d been about to tell me she loved me. I nearly demanded that she admit it but then decided that I’d wait until we were in the privacy of our home. Instead, I squeezed her hand and raised an eyebrow. She nodded, so I gestured to Dillon, and he started again.
The ceremony only took about ten minutes, then we signed our names on the marriage certificate, with Brian adding his name as our witness. Dillon wished us congratulations and attempted to give Bianca a hug, but he backed up when I yanked her into my side and shot daggers at him through my eyes.
Seeing my reaction, Brian just waved and congratulated us as we left the room.
I was beyond ready to be at home with my bride, so I scooped her into my arms and strode rapidly to the exit.
“Aiden!” she giggled. “Put me down!”
“No,” I told her in a firm voice. “I refuse to have a quick fuck in the nearest enclosed space as our first time together as husband and wife. And if I put you down, that’s exactly what’ll happen.”
“Oh,” Bianca squeaked, then laughed. “Carry on, then.”
She laid her head on my shoulder, and a second later, I felt her scratch my beard, sending a streak of pleasure straight to my dick.
“You’re playing with fire, kitten,” I warned. “If I lose my control before I have you in our bed, I’ll blister your ass until you can’t sit down for a fucking week.”
Her hand hesitated, prompting me to visualize my red handprint on her pretty white ass. A growl rumbled in my throat, and to my relief, she dropped her palm to my chest.
Milly was waiting outside when we emerged, and she gave us a giant smile. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bryant,” she said jovially when we walked up to her.
“Hmm,” Bianca hummed for a second, then she looked up at me and smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
I nuzzled her nose with mine and murmured, “Me too, kitten.”
9
Aiden
The drive home was my personal glimpse into hell. I was in a private, enclosed space with my incredibly sexy, pregnant wife. And I was determined to wait until we were home, in our bed, to celebrate our marriage and becoming parents.
At first, I kept Bianca on my lap, but after hitting two potholes in the road, I set her next to me on the bench seat. I kept my arm around her, and a feeling of contentment stole over me as she snuggled into my side.
“Aiden?” she asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Yeah, kitten?” I was staring straight ahead, running through the most boring cases I’d ever had in an attempt to keep my cock under control.
“Do you…do you think it will be like before?”
I glanced down at her, surprised to see a pink blush on the apples of her cheeks. “Will what be like before?”
Her skin flushed to red. “Sex. Do you think it will be the same?”
“Are you asking if it will hurt?”
I wasn’t sure she could turn a deeper shade of red. “No, um...it was just…well, really amazing, and I wondered if it would be like that again.”
I groaned and buried my face in her hair. Knowing she was thinking about sex while practically smelling her arousal was killing me. “It will only get better, kitten,” I rasped, tightening my arm around her.
She squirmed, and I blew out a relieved breath because the car was slowing down before finally coming to a complete stop. I had the door open and was standing outside with Bianca in my arms barely seconds later.
I lifted my chin to Milly, who had popped up on the other side of the car. She grinned, but if she did or said anything else, I didn’t notice. I was already stalking to the door of my building and into the lobby, making a beeline for my private elevator.
Since it only served the penthouse, the doors slid open immediately after I punched in the code. I didn’t dare kiss Bianca or even look at her as the lift rose to the top floor. When the doors parted, I stepped into a small hallway and turned right to walk the few steps to my front door.
I punched another code, and the mechanism unlocked so we could enter, ignoring the loud bang when the door slammed shut behind me. I was a man on a fucking mission—pun intended.
“I’ll show you our home later, kitten,” I rasped as I jogged up the stairs and down another hallway. “I can’t wait another second to get you naked.”