Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
His hazel eyes went wide, burning with intensity as he set the water bottle on the end table and lifted me off the cushions. He took my spot and turned me around so I was straddling his lap. “I’ve told you over and over again that you’re mine, Keaton. Have you spent all this time thinking I didn’t mean it?”
“It was always when we were in bed with each other, and I thought maybe it was just because of how…” I paused, trying to find the right word to describe how perfectly we fit together.
“Fucking fantastic it is when I get inside your tight, little pussy?” he finished for me. I nodded, and he offered me a sweet smile. “I’m not going to lie, that’s part of it”—his hold on me tightened when I jerked back—“but only because I know I’m claiming you as mine each and every time. Leaving my marks on your creamy skin and filling your pussy with my come.”
I melted into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. “But what about the contract?”
“That stupid contract flew out the window the second you gave me your cherry.”
I was used to how bossy he was, but I still felt like he was missing my point. “You can’t just unilaterally decide that the contract doesn’t mean anything anymore because I slept with you. We both signed it, and Luxe Connections helped negotiate the whole thing. It’s not like it just went poof and doesn’t exist anymore.”
His eyes flashed with triumph. “Actually, that’s exactly what happened, beautiful. Since we both agreed to breach the contract on day one, it would now be considered abandoned by a judge. That makes it unenforceable.”
“It does?” He nodded. “You knew this the entire time?” Another nod. “And you didn’t tell me?” He shook his head, and I poked a finger into his chest. “Why not?”
“Because I didn’t want to give you any reason to second-guess your decision to marry me.” He wrapped his hand around my wrist and lifted, nipping at my finger. “When it comes to keeping you, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“But why?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Keaton? I love you.”
My heart understood what he’d said faster than my head did. It raced so hard, it felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. And then my brain caught up. “You love me?”
“More than you’ll ever fucking know.”
I peered into his eyes, looking for any sign that he wasn’t being 100 percent honest. But I didn’t find it. The only thing I saw shining back at me was unadulterated love. It filled my heart with a joy I hadn’t felt since my mom died, and the walls I’d put up to try to protect myself after my father’s distance came tumbling down. Our motives for meeting each other in the first place—my desire to get away from my dad, and his to meet the terms of the inheritance Julia had mentioned—didn’t matter anymore. Not with how we felt about each other.
“I love you, too.”
“You’d better, because I’m never going to let you go.” He rested his forehead against mine. “You or the baby we created together.”
My lips curved up in a small smile. “We don’t know if there really is a baby yet.”
“Maybe we should practice in case it’s negative.” His hands seized my ass, and he boosted me up so that I had no choice but to circle my legs around his waist.
I heard a throat clearing and glanced over my shoulder to find Jack standing in the doorway to the galley kitchen, a brown paper bag clutched in one fist. “Before I see something I’ll have to acid-wash my brain to get rid of, I’ll just leave this here and give you two some privacy.” He dropped the bag onto a counter, turned, and shook his head as he swiftly walked out to the garage.
My face heated with mortification at what Jack had witnessed. Not that he’d really seen anything, but if he’d walked in ten minutes later…
“Perfect timing,” Garret murmured against my lips. He claimed them in another brief but possessive kiss. Then he held me up as though I was as light as a feather and, after grabbing the bag from the kitchen, he carried me into the bathroom. Setting me on the counter, he dumped the contents on the other side of the sink and sorted through them until he found whatever it was he’d been looking for. He ripped open a purple box, tore through the rest of the packaging, and thrust a stick into my hand. “Pee on this, beautiful.”
“I’m not peeing in front of you!”
“I want to be part of this moment with you. Let me help you.”
“Well…okay,” I agreed reluctantly.
He flipped open the lid of the toilet, lifted me off the counter, yanked the bottom of my dress up, and set me down. Before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled my panties down to my ankles and turned his back toward me. “There, now I’m not watching.”