Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you to go,” I admit softly as he runs the loofah over my belly. “I know you have to, but I’m going to miss you.”
Nate continues washing me, focusing on my breasts and then my neck and arms.
“I don’t want to leave either,” he admits. “I never minded traveling before, but now, I dread it.”
His movements stop, and when I open my eyes, I find him staring at me.
“I love you,” I tell him. “And I’ll be here when you get back.”
His eyes turn glassy, and he reaches up, palming the side of my face. “I love you too, Princess.”
He leans over and kisses me tenderly, his tongue licking across the seam of my lips, and I part them, giving him access. The kiss quickly becomes heated, both of us trying to show one another how much we love and want each other through our actions.
When kissing isn’t enough, Nate lifts me out of the tub and carries me over to the bed, where he makes love to me several times throughout the night, like we’re both trying to make up for the fact that he’s leaving tomorrow—only stopping long enough to eat the dinner he ordered. And it isn’t until we’re both satiated and we can barely move that he pulls me into him, and we fall asleep, skin to skin.
When I wake up in the morning, Nate’s side of the bed is empty, and I already miss him. There’s a note in his spot, and even though it doesn’t make up for him being gone, my heart hurts a little less because I know he’s going to miss me as much as I’ll miss him.
Princess,
I didn’t want to wake you since I know I wore you out last night. It was hard to leave this morning, but knowing that the quicker I get this done, the sooner I get to come home to you motivated me out of bed. Behave while I’m gone.
Love you.
Your Prince
chapter thirty
NATE
Eight days.
That’s how long I’ve been gone.
Without Paige.
Without kissing her, making love to her, feeling our baby kick inside her.
It was only supposed to be a quick visit, but then one thing turned into another, and the next thing I knew, I was on a plane to New York, and now, I’m in fucking Portofino, Italy.
“Fuck, where the hell is that tie?”
My phone rings, so I stop my search to answer it and smile when Paige’s face lights up the screen.
“Hey, is everything okay?” she asks, immediately noticing my anxiety.
“Yeah.” I scrub my hand over my face. “I have that dinner tonight, and I can’t find my blue tie.”
It’s my lucky tie. I made my first deal wearing it, so I wore it to another deal and then another. I’ve never not made a deal while wearing that tie, but now, I’m going to have to because it’s not fucking here.
“This one?” Paige asks, holding up the tie.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“It was in your other suitcase, nestled under your gray tie.”
“Thanks,” I say, “At least now, I can stop looking for it.”
Between living in the hotel and spending most nights—well, really all of them—at Paige’s, and still having a house in Dallas, it’s making it difficult to keep track of what I have and where.
I sigh heavily, and Paige’s brows narrow in concern.
“Sorry,” I say, forcing a smile. “Just a lot going on.”
She nods in understanding. “Traveling is part of your job. I get it. I miss you, but I get it.”
My phone dings with a reminder that I need to leave for dinner. “I have to go. I’ll call you when I get back to my hotel.”
“Okay, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We hang up, and I grab another tie and then change my mind, choosing to go without one, hoping it won’t fuck up my track record. No tie is better than the wrong tie, right?
I’m in the car, on the way to dinner, when I get a text from Paige that reads
Incoming…NSFW.
And then, a moment later, the sexiest fucking photo I’ve ever seen pops up. It’s of her, completely naked, wearing only my lucky tie around her neck, leaning back in her chair in her home office with a caption that reads
I’m wearing your tie for good luck.
New fantasy unlocked. When I get home, I’m going to fuck you just like that.
Come home soon, and you can fuck me however you want.
Soon.
I can’t wait.
Since I have a good thirty-minute drive to the restaurant, thanks to traffic, I give my dad a call.
“Hey, son. How’s it going?”
“Good. Hoping to close the deal in Portofino and then get back to Rosemary.”
“Your mom mentioned you’ve been gone for over a week. I’m sorry.” He sighs. “I know this isn’t what you want to be doing…”
“It’s not. But I’m not going to leave my family hanging. Speaking of which…I know we talked about me working remotely, but I think it’s too much.”