Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I can’t help noticing that her husband decided not to come in for dinner. Sully warned that he might not be part of the celebration. He and Henna are apparently having problems.
I feel for them. I’ve only been separated from Sully for a week during the course of our relationship, but that was enough misery to make me positive I never want a repeat of the experience.
With that in mind, I wait until New Year’s Eve, when we’re dancing with her friends at a party at the cat café, to drop down on one knee.
“Gertrude Sullivan, you are—”
Before I can get to any of the romantic things I’d planned to say, Sully tackles me to the carpet, screaming, “Yes! Oh my God, yes!” over the music as we roll across the floor. Laughing, she kisses me and I kiss her back, until Elaina drops a cat on top of us and demands to see the rock.
We ring in the New Year with congratulations from Sully’s friends and birthday cake made for Gideon and Sydney’s combined birthdays.
As I lick icing off Sully’s nipples later, in the privacy of her apartment, she agrees that getting an extra slice of cake to go was a brilliant idea.
“I’m a brilliant man,” I say, sliding her sequined skirt up her thighs to reveal stockings and a garter belt that make my already hard cock sit up and take extra notice. “A brilliant man who would like to fuck you with these stockings on, you sexy little minx.”
“Wait until you see the best part.” She grins as she rolls over on the bed, showing me the back of the ensemble, a thong that leaves her gorgeous ass bare.
I try to take it slow, I really do, but in just a few minutes, that thong is jerked to one side and I’m buried in my fiancée, making her moan and claw at the bedsheets and call my name as she comes.
As I join her a few strokes later, I send out a silent thank you to all the stars that had to align to make her mine.
“Mine,” I murmur into her hair as she’s resting on my chest afterwards.
She wiggles a finger into my ribs. “Mine.”
“No, mine,” I insist, grinning at the ceiling.
“No, mine.” She pokes me harder.
“Should we wrestle to see who stakes claim on who?”
She exhales a happy sigh. “Yes, please. Hold me down hard, but let me win at the end.”
“Always,” I say, all too happy to oblige her.
When she wins, I win, and vice versa. As far as I can tell, that’s what love’s all about.
And orgasms.
And magic.
And getting to spend every day with your favorite person, the sweet, sexy, precious one who feels like home.
It’s about all those things, too.
THE END