Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“And where are we going?” I ask, hoping he’ll tell me since he’s made it a point not to give a single hint away.
“You’ll see… tomorrow.”
He kisses my belly once more, then ascends to my breasts. Pulling the cup down, he licks my nipple and then the other one.
It might be because I’m pregnant or extremely turned on, but when he sucks a nipple into his mouth, my back arches and I release a loud moan of pleasure. I’m damn near close to coming before he’s even had a chance to be inside me.
He moves back down my body, trailing fiery kisses along my flesh until he reaches my sex. He tugs the panties off my body and then he delves between my legs, eating my pussy with such expertise I come within minutes.
“So damn perfect,” he murmurs, climbing up my body carefully so he doesn’t put any weight on me. He shifts from one knee to the other, and his boxer briefs come off. His hands cradle my face, and he guides himself slowly into me until he’s so deep, we’ve become one.
“And all mine,” he mutters just before his lips descend on mine, and he makes love to my mouth with the same amount of passion his body makes love to mine for the first time as husband and wife.
When we’ve both found our release, Pierce carries me to the bathroom and into the shower so we can rinse off. Once we’re clean, he insists I wear his shirt from today, saying the only thing sexier than the lingerie I was wearing, is me in his clothes.
When I climb onto the bed, ready to get comfortable, Pierce walks over to the bucket. He grabs the two flutes sitting on the nightstand and after popping the top, he pours us each a glass.
“It’s non-alcoholic,” he says with a wink when he hands me my flute and climbs into the bed next to me. “Sara had a bottle on hand.”
“Thank you.”
“To a lifetime of love and happiness,” he says, raising his glass.
“May we live and love every day like it’s our last,” I rasp, getting choked up with emotion.
We clink glasses and take a sip.
“So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going tomorrow?” I ask, hoping he’ll give in and tell me this time.
“You truly want to know?” he asks, taking my glass and his and setting them on the nightstand.
“Yes, I’m dying to know.”
“All right. I’ll tell you.” He sidles up next to me, and I cuddle into his chest, getting comfortable. It’s still early, but we’re leaving early, so I’m going to need all the sleep I can get.
“Disney World,” he murmurs. “We’re going to the most magical place on Earth for a week.”
He glances down at me, and I sniffle. Of course he’d pick the place our daughter has dreamed of visiting—the place I dreamed of being able to take her—where princesses and princes and fairy tales exist.
We came to Christmas Valley on a whim, hoping for a fresh start from the tragedy we’d experienced. Not only did Jordan and I get that, but we found our Happily Ever After.