Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I open the box, and nestled inside is a small bracelet with a heart charm dangling from it. I already showed it to Kelsie, and she agreed Jordan could wear it tonight, but afterward, she wants to put it away for when she’s a little older and won’t lose it.
“I love you, Jordan, and I’m so happy to be your dad.”
I latch the bracelet on, and she grins down at it for a few seconds before she looks at me and wraps her tiny arms around my waist. I lift her into my arms, shifting her so she’s on my hip, and tug Kelsie into my side.
We face my family, and everyone stands and claps while Sara takes pictures of us since she’s deemed herself the wedding photographer.
Kelsie
“Are you ready, Mrs. Adler?” Pierce asks, scooping me into his arms bridal style. “Once we cross over this threshold, there’s no going back.”
I laugh at Pierce’s dramatics, on a happiness high from the amazing day and night we’ve had. From opening presents with Jordan, to saying our vows, to spending the day celebrating our marriage with Pierce’s family, to enjoying delicious food, and I don’t even know how long we were dancing on the dance floor. The wedding wasn’t big, with only his family in attendance. Compared to most weddings, it was low-key, but it was perfect, and I’ll remember today for the rest of my life.
“Do it,” I tell him, playfully kicking my feet out. “Cross over that threshold and then make love to me as your wife.”
His eyes meet mine, twinkling with love as butterflies flutter in my chest. “I plan to make love to you every chance we get for the rest of our lives.”
He pushes the door open—since his brother Jackson is watching Cinder, the house is quiet—and steps over the threshold, carrying me through the house and straight to our bedroom.
When he steps into the room, I’m momentarily taken aback by the dozens of candles placed on the various surfaces. A better peek tells me they’re electric, and I breathe easier knowing there’s no chance of a fire. On the bed, rose petals make out a heart, and next to the bed, there’s a bucket of ice with a bottle of what looks like champagne inside.
I imagine he wants to start with the champagne and work our way to the bed, but it’s been almost a full day since Pierce has been inside of me, and with all the kissing and touching and dancing today, all I want is for him to make love to me.
Since the dress is strapless and zips from the side, I gently pull the zipper down until it’s loose enough to fall to the floor. The beautiful material pools at my feet, leaving me standing in front of Pierce in my white lace, strapless bustier, matching thong, and heels. I step out of the dress and saunter toward Pierce, who’s frozen in his place, watching me intently with lust-filled eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps when I reach him. “And all mine.” He bends down and gives me a tender kiss. “I want you to crawl onto the bed and lie down at the top for me,” he gently demands.
Knowing he’s asked me to do that so he can watch me walk across the room and crawl on all fours in my lingerie and heels, I do as he said, swinging my hips seductively as I go.
By the time I make it to the top of the bed and turn around, he’s stripped himself of his jacket and tie, with his shirt completely unbuttoned, showing off his muscular chest and torso.
I lie back on my elbows and watch as Pierce shrugs off his shirt then unbuttons and unzips his pants. He toes off his dress shoes then pushes his pants down his muscular thighs, and I wonder how the hell the guy can make undressing look so damn sexy.
“Can I take a picture of you like this?” he asks, stepping closer to the bed. “I want to say the way you look, in that sexy lingerie, in the middle of our bed will be ingrained in my brain forever, but I really want a visual.”
I nod in understanding, and he grabs his phone to take a couple of pictures. Once he’s done, he tosses the phone to the side and crawls onto the bed. When he gets to me, he removes one of my heels and kisses the instep of my foot. He does the same to the other, and then he spreads my legs and trails kisses up the inside of my thighs, playfully nipping and licking along the way.
He bypasses the apex of my legs and places a soft kiss to my belly. “I can’t believe next year we’ll be a family of four,” he says in awe. “It’s a good thing we’re going away now.”