Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
When I drop my robe, a string of curses leaves Lucas. “That’s not a fucking bathing suit!” he shouts. Everyone ignores him. They’re used to his comments by now. I felt out of place during my first few shoots but now modeling is as easy as breathing. There is something about feeling good in your skin that I believe comes through in the pictures.
I glance over to Lucas a few times as I pose and move around. His arms are folded over his chest, his jaw tight, and I know he’s going to fuck the shit out of me the moment he gets his hands on me.
He rides this razor-thin line of loving that everyone knows I’m his, that he’s married to me, as if getting me to say “I do” was his greatest achievement. That’s balanced with the side that has to remind himself that I’m only his, even if the world gets to see pictures of me like this. Fucking me like crazy tonight will be how he reconciles both sides as he commands me to tell him I belong to him over and over again.
I don’t know why that always turns me on, but it does. Thinking about it now my body starts to heat. It knows what’s to come. Something must show on my face, and Lucas reads me so easily. He’s on me even as his sister yells at him to stop. He lifts me, swiftly throwing me over his shoulder. I don’t fight him. I’m ready to go, too.
I hear Rebecca shout, “That’s a wrap,” as Lucas deposits me in the back of a limo. He’s not only recreating our honeymoon, I realize. We’re also reliving the time he took my virginity. He closes the window to shut the driver out from seeing us as he comes down on top of me, reminding me of the night I fell in love with him. Though I’m pretty sure I’ve loved him my whole life.
Epilogue
Lucas
Three years later…
She walks into the kitchen with one of my button-up shirts on and I swear to god I’ve never seen her look sexier. The shirt is only buttoned at her breasts and the rest of it’s open, exposing her round baby belly. She’s getting bigger and bigger every day and I can’t wait to meet our baby boy.
“I made you breakfast,” I say as I put the toast and jam on the counter and grab the plate of eggs and bacon I made for her.
“What did I do to deserve such a wonderful man?” she asks and she comes over and kisses me.
I press my lips to hers and then lean down and kiss her belly. “Made a deal with the devil?” She laughs and shakes her head as I raise an eyebrow at her.
“We have to get a crib today. We can’t wait any longer,” she tells me while I butter her toast and she takes a seat at the bar.
“You act like I’m the one holding up that process,” I say, and she smiles at me and shrugs.
“It’s easier to blame you because I know you won’t get mad.”
“How could I ever be mad at you?” I walk around and kiss her neck as I take a seat beside her. “Why have you been putting it off for so long?”
She looks down at her breakfast and then back at me before she bites her lip. “I think I’m just scared. It took us so long to get pregnant in the first place. What if something goes wrong?”
“Shhh,” I say as I pull her close and kiss the top of her head. “The doctor said everything is fine and that sometimes it takes people a while. You’re healthy and so is our baby and that’s all that matters.”
“You’re right. It’s just delivery jitters, I suppose. It’s coming so fast.”
“I’m going to be right here with you the whole time,” I say as I place my hand on her belly and kiss her lips.
“I feel like I can do anything with you beside me.”
“Then I’m doing my job right,” I say, picking up her toast. “Now eat something so I can lay you down on the couch and lick your pussy.”
Her cheeks flush as she takes the toast from me and eats it in four bites. “All finished,” she declares with her mouth full, and I shake my head and laugh.
“Grab the other one too,” I say, and she snatches it off the plate. I lift her up and carry her into the living room.
She’s only wearing my shirt, meaning I’ve got total access to her pussy, which is my mission in life. I lay her down on the chaise and kneel at the end of it as I spread her legs.
“Eat, petal,” I say, and she takes a bite as I kiss the inside of her thigh.