Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Erin
“Devin.” I pull him down for a kiss as he keeps thrusting in and out of me. These past few days have been the best of my life. I don’t know how I lived so long without him.
“You gotta cum for me,” he groans against my mouth.
I moan as the orgasm hits me and I wrap my legs around him tighter as it rocks through my body. I feel his warm release spill deep inside of me before he rolls us. I end up on his chest trying to catch my breath and I can still feel him finishing. I don’t know why I’m out of breath when Devin did all the work and he didn't even break a sweat.
I turn my head and kiss his chest, and his fingers drift up and down my back. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of being together and connected in such an intimate way.
“We have to get up soon,” Devin reminds me, and I yawn. I didn't want to go anywhere but we have a life to get back to. Devin has a few more things he needs to wrap up with the case, but then we’re going home.
“I know.” I rest my chin on his chest as I look at him.
“We didn't see as much of the country as we should have.”
I laugh, but I’m not complaining since we spent a big chunk of our time in this bedroom.
“We’ll come back,” I hum as I close my eyes and smile.
He grabs my hand, and when I lean up to steal a kiss he rolls us again so I’m pinned under him.
“I’ve been looking for the right time to do this,” he says, gazing into my eyes.
“Do what?” My hands drift up his chest and then I see it. “Devin!” A pear-shaped diamond with a platinum band is on my finger and it’s glittering in the light. It’s simple but breathtaking. “Devin,” I say again, but softer, as my eyes fill with tears.
“Don’t cry.” He leans down and touches his lips to mine.
“I can’t help it. I’m just so happy.”
“Good, I thought we were going to have our first fight.” He kisses me again before getting up from the bed in all his naked glory. I still can’t believe how hot he is, even when I’m staring right at him.
“Do you want the shower first? If we go in together we'll never make it to the airport on time.”
This is true because we’ve missed a few reservations for that very reason. I sit up and hold the sheet to my chest, and Devin glares at it like he’s trying to look through it.
“I can’t talk to you if my boobs are out,” I laugh.
“We’re getting married. There’s no going back.”
“I don’t remember you asking.”
“I didn't.” He shrugs, walking over to his luggage.
“That wasn't what I was going to say.” I scoot to the side of the bed. “Why would we have our first fight?”
“I thought you might say we’re rushing into this.”
I drop the sheet and walk over to him then place my hands on his chest. The light hits my ring, making it sparkle.
“I think we flew past rushing things with all the unprotected sex we’ve had,” I say.
“We did.” He lifts me off my feet and kisses me hard. “Go get ready.” He puts me back down, and when I turn towards the bathroom he smacks my ass.
“Devin,” I hiss at him, and we both smile.
All too soon we’re back in the States and in the car on the way home. I rest my head on Devin’s shoulder as the driver takes us from the airport to the penthouse. I can’t wait to get some rest and see Grams and Moose.
“We can go back.” He kisses the top of my head.
“I don’t care where I am, as long as it’s with you.” I look up at him. “I love you.”
“I love you.” His hands slips up my neck into my hair as he kisses me, and I sigh, feeling so content and happy.
“We’re here, sir.” The town car rolls to a stop in front of the building and I notice a few cop cars are double parked outside.
“What’s going on?” I ask Devin as we step out of the car.
“Handle our bags,” Devin tells the driver, then takes my hand. “What’s going on?” he asks the doorman behind the desk, but I don’t recognize him. It’s late, though, and I’ve never been down here at this time.
“There was a break-in,” he says, and my stomach drops.
“A break-in?” Devin repeats like he doesn't believe it.
“Yes, I’m trying to pull up the footage now for the cops, but everything is gone.”
Devin rounds the desk but he’s still got a tight grip on my hand so he pulls me with him. He taps a few keys before cursing and taking out his phone.