Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Pulling back, he grinned at me, the smile reaching his eyes. “Besides, I’ve been doing my best to fuck my baby into you, and I haven’t exactly been hiding it. Did you really think all this time that I wanted you for my baby mama and not my wife?”
I shrugged my shoulders, cursing my fair skin as I felt it heat in embarrassment. When he put it that way, I should’ve considered he’d want to get married at some point. “I didn’t really think about the future as much as I probably should’ve. I was just enjoying what we have now. And it’s hard to think straight when you’re naked. Which is pretty much any time we aren’t at work lately.”
He chuckled and smiled. But just as fast as it had appeared, the happy expression slid off his face. “Wait.” His head reared back, and his eyes filled with a possessive gleam. “Did you not question it or push for more from me because you don’t want to get married?”
“No, I do want to get married.” I gripped his arms as though I was afraid he would run away.
“Good.” He nodded his head and pulled me close. “Then it’s settled. Tell me when and where you want to do it, and we’ll get married. Just make it sooner rather than later.”
I took a step back to glare up at him. “Um, how about, no?”
He glared right back at me. “What do you mean, no?”
I planted my hands firmly on my hips. “First of all, I’ve been dreaming about my wedding ever since I was a little girl. When I get married, I’m going to take as much time as I need to plan the whole thing. The ceremony and reception will have all the bells and whistles, and my groom will be happy about it because he’ll want me to have my dream wedding.”
“The only groom you’re ever going to have is me,” he growled, yanking me flush against his chest.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “And the only way that’s going to happen is if I get a real proposal after you’ve put some thought into asking me to marry you instead of a spur-of-the-moment decision because my sisters backed you into a corner.”
“Let me get this straight.” He grinned down at me. “What you’re saying is that all I have to do to get you to agree to marry me is prove that the idea is all my own and come up with a romantic way to pop the question?”
I nodded, the gleam of satisfaction in his green eyes making me a little nervous.
“I don’t think the bar is set as high as you think it is, baby. But consider your challenge accepted anyway.”
10
Will
If Aurora wanted to be swept off her feet, I had absolutely no problem making her dreams come true. By becoming my wife and the mother of my children, she was doing the same for me.
It would take a few days for her ring to arrive since it was being custom made, so I spent the time putting everything in place for the perfect proposal. When the day finally arrived, everything had been checked and checked again.
I started by waking her up with a breakfast of pancakes with fresh strawberries and cream. Quietly, I placed the tray on my side of the bed, then went back around to sit near her sleeping form. Leaning down, I brushed a soft kiss over her lips and whispered, “Aurora, baby, wake up.”
She stirred, and a sweet smile graced her face as she stretched out her body. The blankets dipped low, exposing her perfect breasts, and I had to shake my head to clear away the fog of lust threatening to distract me.
“I brought breakfast,” I said, returning her smile as I helped her sit up. She scooted back to lean against the headboard, and when I pulled the sheet up to cover her, she quirked an eyebrow in question. “I’m only so strong, baby, and I want you to eat your breakfast, not become mine.” She opened her mouth to speak, and I covered it with my hand. “We don’t have time this morning. We have to leave for work in half an hour, and I’m not going to rush when I’m feasting on your delicious body.”
Aurora’s eyes heated, but she nodded, so I removed my hand. I carefully lifted the tray of food and set it on her lap. She looked at the spread with delight and let out a little moan before licking her lips. It was absolute torture, and my body was screaming at me to discard all my plans and spend the day in bed worshipping my woman.
I cleared my throat and stood, trying to think about anything that would take the edge off the desire clawing at me. A gagging sound had me whipping around to see Aurora bent over the tray, spitting out the food in her mouth. I rushed over and lifted her face to mine. “Aurora? What’s wrong, baby?” Since it was too early to know if she was pregnant, worry creeped in.