Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“I have an interview this winter with a hospital here in town.”
“Why don’t you email me your file. My husband could probably get you an interview at the University Hospital in Zurich.”
My eyes lit up. “That would be…thank you so much, Dr. Rossetti.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I’ll see what I can do,” she said with a reassuring smile.
I left her office with a new prescription and a huge smile on my face. I couldn’t believe this stroke of luck. And I got the distinct impression that Dr. Rossetti was a no-nonsense type. She wouldn’t offer if there wasn’t a good chance she could get me an interview.
Zurich. Sebastian wouldn’t like it. It was probably a good idea not to mention it until I had an interview scheduled, no point in arguing with him over hypotheticals.
I stepped back into the Mercedes and Bear’s eyes connected with mine in the rear view mirror. I had to admit traveling around town with a driver waiting for me was a luxury I could really get used to.
“Where to ma’am?”
“Just one more stop, Mr. Mahoney, before we go back home,” I replied with a sly grin.
It was late, around midnight. I was in Sebastian’s bathroom washing my face when I heard him walk into the bedroom. He had stayed later than expected at the office, something about overseas’ markets and earning reports coming out worse than forecasted.
“Honey, I’m home,” he announced cheerfully.
I smiled into the soft towel I was drying my face with. He stepped into the bathroom yanking on his tie, his suit jacket already dispensed with. His hand stalled when he saw me. I watched in the bathroom mirror as his eyes roamed over me with a licentious promise in them. Turning to face him, I leaned back against the counter, openly appreciating the standard of masculine perfection standing before me.
“Did you go shopping?”
Smiling, I nodded. Then slowly untied the sash of the nude colored silk robe I was wearing. His expression turned comical when he saw what I had on underneath.
“Holy fuck.”
My brows rose up my forehead. “I should wash your mouth out with soap.”
“I don’t care what you do to me as long as you do it wearing that.” Moving swiftly, he pinned me hard against the bathroom countertop and devoured my mouth.
After my doctor’s appointment, I went to the La Perla shop on the Rue du Rhone and splurged. I was wearing a black babydoll nightgown made entirely of Chantilly lace with a matching thong. It really was a masterpiece, tasteful and sexy at the same time. The only reason I didn’t get sick when I went to pay for the items was because I rationalized it as a gift for Sebastian––a gift he clearly appreciated. I was assaulted with kisses. His hands cruised over every inch of me, squeezing breasts, butt cheeks, pressing my hips against his straining erection.
“I’m glad you’re eating. There’s more of you to squeeze,” he muttered between kisses.
“I guess you…like it,” I said, the remark interrupted by bubbles of laughter.
Pulling back, he looked down with a carefree grin. The contented look on his face was worth every franc I’d spent and more. “I can’t wait to see what else you bought.”
“You’re looking at it, darling. I almost fainted at the figure I spent on this.”
The smile turned into a frown, then his lips twitched in silent mirth. “I see I’m going to have to take matters in hand. We’re going shopping tomorrow afternoon.”
I removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt––now something of a habit––and glanced up to find him watching me with unambiguous love and wonder shining in his eyes. He still seemed to be visibly surprised, grateful, every time I did the smallest thing for him. It broke my heart. And I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had ever done anything for him purely out of love, without benefit to himself or herself––more specifically herself.
“I love you,” he whispered.
It was the weight in his voice that caused me to look up. His expression had turned grave, his eyes unblinking, as if he were expecting me to disappear into thin air somehow.
I ran my index finger down the gentle slope of his nose, traced his sculpted lips, found the soft dip in his chin, and proceeded to place kisses where my finger had been.
“I love you more,” I whispered back.
We were always so attuned to each other’s needs that he could tell I was tired. He undressed me with tender care and made love to me selflessly.
“I can’t believe I get to hold you all night. No more sneaking around.” Wrapping his arms around me, he snuggled his face in the curve of my neck.
“You always get what you want, don’t you?”
“Not always––” he said with a crooked grin. “But hopefully with you I will.”