Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I love it. It’s amazing.”
“We have Legend to thank for all of this. The business is thriving, but he used his inheritance to purchase the land, and he refuses to let us pay him back.”
“He’s a good man.”
“The best. He and the guys, they’re my brothers.”
“I love that for all of you.”
“Okay, let’s go to my office.” He flashes me a playful grin before bending and tossing me over his shoulder, causing me to shriek with laughter.
I smack his ass. “I know how to walk.”
“Yeah, but this is more fun. You’re turning me on with all of that spanking, baby.”
“St—op,” I say, sputtering my words filled with laughter.
When he steps inside a room, that must be his office, he slides me down his body and turns me so that my back is to his front. “This is ours.”
“Ours?” I look back at him over my shoulder.
“Yeah, so this is something else that Roman and Legend insisted on. They wanted our offices to be a space for our families too. So over there”—he points to a couch and a small refrigerator with a TV—“is our little living room area or whatever you want to call it.”
I step away, and he lets me as I walk around the room, taking it all in. There’s a blanket in my favorite color, baby blue, draped over the back of the small couch. I move around, taking it all in, and freeze when I get to his desk. My eyes lock on a picture of us. We’re both smiling. He’s looking down at me, and me up at him, and we look happy. So incredibly happy.
“Where did you get this?” I ask him.
“Emerson. She took it at Lilly’s birthday party. I had to have it. I wanted you here with me when I’m working.”
“Maddox.” My voice cracks. This man continues to surprise me at every turn.
He walks over and wraps his arms around me. “What about now?”
“What?” I ask, confused, my mind still on the fact that he took the time to print and frame a photo of us for his desk.
“Do you believe me now? Do you believe that I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything? Do you understand that I want a life with you? This life we’re building… I want it so bad, Brogan.”
I don’t know what to say, so I turn in his arms and hug him tightly. I let his words wash over me, and they build up a confidence in me I’ve never felt before. Maddox is open with his feelings and what he wants, and I’m not giving this a chance if I don’t do the same.
Lifting my head, I find he’s already peering down at me. “Will you—” I pause and lick my lips. I’m nervous, but I know I don’t need to be. He’s already agreed to come with me, but still saying the words causes anxiety to spike inside of me. “Will you come to an appointment with me?” I close my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.
“Open those beautiful green eyes, wife,” he murmurs.
I do and see him wearing a soft smile. “There is nothing you could ask of me that I’d say no to. Well, one thing, but I hope I never hear those words out of your mouth.”
“Now, I’m curious.” I chuckle, grateful for the break in the heavy.
“The D word, baby.”
“Dick?” I blurt, and his body shakes with laughter. I know that’s not what he meant, but I love to see his smile and the way his eyes crinkle in the corners.
He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me. On instinct, I wrap my arms and legs around him. “Divorce,” he says, leaning in close. “You want my dick, baby?” he asks as he trails kisses up my neck.
“That totally backfired.” I tilt my head to give him better access.
“Everything I am is yours,” he says, nipping at my ear.
“Kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His lips find mine, and just as with every kiss before this one, I melt into him. He squeezes my ass and moans when I rock my hips. I can feel his solid length beneath his jeans, nestled between my thighs. My leggings are doing nothing to hide how hard he is, and it’s exhilarating to know it’s because of me.
This sexy, amazing man wants me.
“Brogan,” he murmurs against my lips. “Baby, we need to stop.”
“Don’t wanna,” I say, kissing him again. He moves to the desk, placing me on it, before kissing me softly, and pulling back. He rests his hands on my cheeks and stares down at me, panting.
“This, remember how you feel right this minute, because when I get you home, we’re picking this up again. If our family was not minutes away from walking in on us, baby, I’d have you stripped and laid out on my table so I can take my time tasting every inch of you.”