Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Smiling so wide I think my face might crack, I take her hand and settle the diamond band at her finger. “I do. Always and forever. I love you.”
Once the ring winks up from her finger, she blinks at me, smiling through her tears. “I do, too. Always and forever. I love you.”
I pull her closer, finally feeling complete for the first time, maybe ever. “God, I swear last night felt like a thousand years.”
I press my mouth to hers, not caring if I ever come up for air again.
“It felt the same to me,” she whispers finally. “I don’t want to spend one more night without you. Take me to bed.”
My heart skids across my chest and grinds to a breathless halt. “Now?”
“Is there a better time? I’ll be fertile in a few days. I figure we should get in some good practice, be really ready for New Year’s Eve.”
My grin widens. “Other than you, there’s nothing I’d love more. I’ll spend my life showing you that.”
Isabella shucks coat and shirt, then drops them on the hardwoods. She toes out of her tennis shoes and slides down her leggings—no panties—until she’s deliciously naked, her tits round and her lush thighs hiding the secrets I need to know. “Well?”
“Hell, yeah, I’ll get naked with you.”
She watches as I remove every stitch and toss my clothes wherever. Then she approaches me, suddenly solemn. “Good. Because other than you, there’s nothing I love more, husband. Let’s start our forever together right now.”
“As long as you understand that, since I’m now more focused on you than revenge, I’ll be even more voracious for you.”
My beautiful wife smiles. “I was counting on that…”
EPILOGUE
Valentine’s Day
The last seven weeks have been the happiest of my life. That’s not an exaggeration. Having Isabella in my life every day and in my bed every night has been my best dream come true. As I promised her, not a day goes by that I don’t both tell and show my wife that she’s not only more than enough for me, she’s everything.
And she’s blossomed. My sweet Isabella has come out of her shell. She’s not afraid to rock the boat—with anyone. Peers and upper management at Force Financial? She not only tells me when I have a bonehead idea, but she told Marcus Hunt, who was recently promoted to COO, that he was wrong about a projection. Nicely, of course, but firmly. She even suggested a new reporting tool to Mr. Force. And he ran with it. She has so many reasons to feel positive about her professional future, and I’m so damn proud of her.
She also stood up to the contractor building our new house. When he tried to tell her that she didn’t really want a private balcony off our bedroom, she insisted I didn’t need to get involved because she had the situation in hand. That was true…but I still told our contractor in no uncertain terms that what my wife wants, my wife gets. The building process has been smooth sailing since.
Despite the fact I spent hours with Isabella in the office earlier, I can’t wait to see her again. Yeah, I’m that schmuck. I work with her all day, I fuck her all evening, and I cuddle her all night—and I still can’t get enough of her.
Tonight, I’ll take her to a swanky Valentine’s Day dinner before we go home, where I’m determined to worship her until dawn—but only after we put one of my gifts to good use.
Stopping my Mercedes in the Force Financial parking lot, I grab the plastic bag with her “gift” and head inside. Since it’s nearly six-thirty, most people have left. It’s unfortunate that Savannah Force needed Isabella for a last-minute project today of all days.
I’m itching to get my wife alone.
After an interminable ride in the elevator, I emerge onto the executive floor to find the expansive office space empty and dark, except for the light spilling from Chad Force’s half-closed door.
Josh Hennessey, one of Chad’s right-hand guys, emerges and sighs with relief when he sees me. “Did you come to lend another pair of hands to this fucking emergency?”
“I came to pick up my wife for dinner…but if there’s an emergency, I’ll roll up my sleeves and—”
“Great. Follow me.”
Damn, this isn’t the Valentine’s Day evening I hoped, but I fall in behind Josh as he darts across the darkened floor. “What are we doing?”
“Brewing a pot of coffee. It’s going to be a long night.” He flips on the light in the break room. “Believe me, Marcus and I are dealing with a very unhappy wife. Word of advice? Don’t piss off a pregnant woman.”
“Kate is usually a team player, but I get it. Valentine’s Day and all.”
He nods, then frowns at the bag in my hand. “What’s that?”