Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Wick!” I called as I went inside.
But, somehow, I knew he wasn’t in there.
That didn’t mean I didn’t stop for a nice, cold drink. And to strip out of my rainforest clothes and into a bathing suit before making my way back out of the house.
I snatched an orange off a tree as I walked through the forest, cooing at a tortoise as he crossed in front of me.
“If you see Hank, tell him I said hi, okay?” I said when he finally moved out of my way so I could keep going forward.
When I broke out of the woods, my gaze immediately found Wick.
On his back in the sand, eyes closed, looking as peaceful as a man on his honeymoon should.
Well, I couldn’t allow that, could I?
Sucking in a deep breath, I ran toward him.
I thought I had the element of surprise, but before I could get to him, he was up on his feet.
I threw myself on his back. The impact of my body weight sent him down onto his knees in the sand.
“Hey, duchess,” he said. “Glad you finally made it.”
“Who told you it would be a fun wedding night for me to trek through the dark rainforest alone, twice?”
“You had a blast, admit it,” he said, trying to pull me off of him, but I was holding on too tight.
Honestly, by comparison, a simple night of performative consummation of our marriage sounded pretty boring.
“At least this is something we can tell the grandkids about,” Wick said. Giving up on trying to remove me, he got to his feet, then walked us into the ocean instead.
I slid around him, legs around his waist, arms around his neck, sucking in a slow, deep breath.
“You know, there’s one major perk to you owning a private island,” I said.
“Us owning a private island,” Wick corrected, hands sinking into my ass, dragging me against him, making me fully aware that he had the same thing in mind as I did.
“Us owning a private island,” I said. “Lots of naked, loud, outdoor sex with no one around to see.”
Wick’s lips went to my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“But if you try to strand me here, you will pay for it.”
“Maybe I like having you chase me down.”
“You’ll never get away from me now,” I told him, pressing my lips to his. “I have actual paperwork that says so.”
“Duchess, there’s no one in the world I’d rather be shackled to. Speaking of,” he said, shooting me a saucy smile, “did you happen to pack those handcuffs of yours?”
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