Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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“Take off that swimsuit before I ruin it.”
“But I thought you didn’t want anyone to see me naked.”
“They won’t. We’re on a private beach. Now strip, you bad little thing.”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” she says, dashing along the water’s edge on the coast in the South of France. Jules had a dream of coming here listed on her Pinterest and well, I did what I could to make it happen. Although money wasn’t an issue, a last-minute booking was the tricky part. Luckily for us, someone’s wedding didn’t happen and the resort villa became ours.
She’s running and then freezes with a screech. I rush to her side and see what she’s looking at. There’s a shark attacking an animal just offshore. Wow. We’re in the French Riviera, and I never expected that.
“Okay. No more swimming today.”
“It’s cool and scary at the same time.”
I scoop up my wife and growl, “I’ve got you now.” Her hands slide around my neck. “And I’m never letting you go.”
“How about we take this somewhere more private.” We both steal another glance at the ocean, and the scene is gone. Nature at its best.
I carry Jules inside and spend the rest of our last day worshipping every inch of her.
Chapter Twelve
Jules
The beginning of July sweeps in with sweltering days, but that doesn’t stop my husband from starting up the forge every morning. We’ve been home for a month, and Anthony is in full work mode. He has a dozen new projects that pay exceptionally well. The one thing I absolutely love about it is how open Anthony is with me. He didn’t hesitate to show me his earnings and upcoming work. I’ve decided to finish school online for Creative Writing. I’m meeting with Sophia today to talk shop because she’s opening a bookstore near the coffee shop and the bakery, so I can’t wait to pick her brain.
“Hey, Precious, where are you?”
“In your office,” I call out, and his footsteps move straight this way.
“Damn, you look sexy behind the desk like that,” he growls, standing in the doorway and leaning on the frame with his arms crossed and a wicked smile on his face, eyes giving away everything.
I shake my head and wag my finger at him. We’ve been here before. “Oh no, you don’t. I can’t cancel on Sophia again.”
“I promise I just want a kiss.” I shake my head again and stand up out of his chair. He inches closer, moving to the front of the desk, leaving only the large wooden piece between us.
“No.” My resolve is growing weaker by the moment.
“No, Mrs. Santini?” He cocks his brow and pouts, looking cuter and irresistible for such a large man.
“No, because it’s never just a kiss. Soon I’ll be naked and coming around your cock.”
I’ve only boosted the man’s ego and haven’t dissuaded him one bit. “Um…and that’s my fault?”
“You have your wicked ways.”
He stands up straight and shrugs. “Fine. I’m going back to work. Be a good girl, and I’ll see you tonight for our special date.” He winks, and I can’t resist him anymore. The man knows it too.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I walk around the desk and throw my arms around his neck. “I love you, Anthony. I always need my kisses.”
“Good girl.” He cups my ass hard, squeezing it before slamming his lips onto mine. I pull away when my phone goes off. It's a text from Sophia telling me to move my ass. "Sorry, handsome. We'll have to save this for tonight."
"Fine." It's adorable that he huffs when he has to stop touching me. The big brute is so sweet that my heart can't take it. I grab my purse and rush past him before he gets ahold of me again and I miss another meeting with Sophia. She's pregnant with Doc's baby and in the last trimester, so she's too tired to play games. I'm driving over to the coffee shop to discuss the planning process for the bookstore and my debut novel.
Anthony lets me take the smaller of his two pickup trucks, and I pull out of the driveway, waving at him until I reach the main road. We live about ten minutes from the coffee shop, so I enjoy the short ride with the radio on. I'm almost there when I hear the roaring of an engine from behind me. Did Anthony follow me?
I look through my rearview mirror, and it's most certainly not him, the vehicle gaining on me. I start to speed up, but there's another vehicle that slams its brakes on in front of me. My brakes squeal and I come to a stop, bumped from behind by the other car, trapping me between the two cars. I reach for the hidden blade Anthony showed me under my seat. I stuff it between my cleavage. I'm grateful that my rack is huge and my tee-shirt isn't a V-neck.