Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“What’s that?” She tilts her head to the side.
“I did choose you.”
Her lips part. She quickly closes her mouth, then opens it again as if she’s going to reply, but words are failing her.
“I wasn’t going to do it. I don’t care about the money. The idea that my grandparents are controlling me as they did my mother infuriates me. I know it’s different, that I got to choose, but it’s still a game they’re playing, pulling the strings from the grave, and I hated the idea of it.”
“Then how did we get here?”
“You offered to help me.”
“Legend, I don’t understand. There are a ton of women who would be more than willing to step into my shoes.”
I nod. “You’re right, but I didn’t want any of them.”
“Are you saying you want me?”
I don’t know what I’m saying, to be honest. “I’m saying that until you volunteered, it was a hard no from me. I don’t know what it means, but I know that this never would have happened without you. I would have told my grandparents' attorney to fuck off and go on living my life.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What? Why are you sorry? You’re making the ultimate sacrifice for me.”
“I feel like I pressured you into this.”
“I gave you my last name of my own free will, Monroe Raines.” Leaning in, I kiss the corner of her mouth. I know I need to take a step back. I’m about to beg her to let me trace every inch of her skin with my tongue. I’m pushing at the boundaries we’ve established, erasing the lines that we’ve drawn.
“You ready for bed?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I nod and carry her out of the pool. I set her on her feet when we reach the lounger that holds the towels and grab one, helping her dry off. “Arms up,” I say, and she obeys, allowing me to wrap the towel around her. Quickly, I take another for myself, tying it around my waist. Holding her hand, I lead us back into the house and to our room.
“I’m going to shower,” she says.
“Yeah, I’ll do that too.” I point over my shoulder. “I’ll use one of the other bathrooms. I just need to grab a few things.”
“This shower is huge. More than enough room for both of us.”
I swallow hard as I process what she’s saying. “It is a big shower,” I agree.
She removes the towel from around her waist and turns toward the bathroom. When she reaches the door, she stops and turns to look at me over her shoulder. “You coming?”
Fuck. Me.
“I’m right behind you.” The lines are so blurred at the moment that I can’t even see them. I don’t know what we’re doing, but I do know she feels it too. The connection between us is too strong for her not to. She’s the one who invited me to join her. Tearing off my towel and gripping it tightly in my hands, I follow her into the bathroom.
There’s a huge walk-in shower surrounded by glass. There are two matching rain showerheads with jets down the wall and a bench along the entire back wall. The room is already starting to fill with steam as I watch my now-naked wife step under the spray.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I can’t take my eyes off her as I peel off my wet trunks, letting them fall to the tile floor. Her back is to me when I step inside the shower. Instead of going to her and wrapping her in my arms, I head to the other side and step beneath the hot spray. Tilting my head back, I let the water run over me as I send up a silent wish for patience. My cock is hard as steel, but I’m not in control here.
Monroe has all the control.
When she turns, I let out a sound I’ve never made before in my life, but damn, seeing all of her like this for the first time is life-altering. I’ll never in my entire life forget this moment. Her breasts, a little more than a handful, are round and perky. Her nipples, a darker rose color, match her lips. Her belly is flat, and her pussy—
“You’re bare.” The words tumble from my lips as my eyes rake over her bare pussy.
“Is that something you like?”
“It’s sexy.”
“What if I wasn’t bare?” she asks, a hint of teasing in her tone.
I’m still staring at the junction of her thighs. “You’d still be sexy.” I lift my gaze to find her watching me. Her eyes travel over my bare chest and don’t stop until her gaze is zeroed in on my cock. She swallows hard and licks her lips, making my cock twitch.
“Monroe.” My voice is gritty like sandpaper. Her eyes snap to mine. We’re both standing still, staring into each other’s eyes, and I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking right now.