Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 159208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Not today.
Not when she’s like this.
Not when I want to mark my wife with seed she’ll still be leaking when we shower tomorrow morning.
“Dakota!” I thrust so deep my spine bends.
“Lincoln! Oh God, oh yeah, come inside me.”
I fucking explode in a mess so hot I think she’ll have to peel me off the bed later.
Her body spasms around mine, a firing spring, all of my senses gone except the raging need to pour myself inside her.
She wrings me out for a small eternity before I pull away, still hard, and crash down on the bed next to her.
“Nevermore.” I sigh. I tuck her head under my chin and hold her as we both struggle to find our breath. Once I’ve regained control of myself, I roll beside her and pull her into my arms.
She trembles as I trace a finger down her back.
“What? I just touched you.”
She shrugs. “My senses are in overdrive after that.”
“And I love the way your senses react to me.”
Dakota falls asleep in my arms.
I run a finger through her hair and slowly fade off to sleep, my eyes drifting to that raven tattoo last. When we’re back in the States, she’s getting that touched up.
The heart no longer broken. My name around it, a seal of trust and love she’s promised as a wedding gift.
It’s beautiful and it’s also sexy as hell.
My dick goes hard again as I fade out, thinking about taking her while she’s branded with my name.
When I wake up in the morning glow, Dakota sits across the room, already wearing her swimsuit and a see-through wrap.
“You’re too far away,” I tell her.
She smiles, holding up a small plate with a glazed bun. “I got you breakfast. No Regis rolls here, but they do have these Japanese cinnamon buns.”
“Fuck pastries, sweetheart. I want you.”
“Oh, I think you’ll want to eat this one, hubby,” she tells me with a wink. “Just come here.”
My eyes narrow, wondering what she’s up to.
“Lincoln.” She holds up the plate again impatiently.
Fine. Whatever.
I stumble to the edge of the bed and take the roll from her hands.
Then I pick it up, take a huge bite, and—almost break a tooth as she gasps.
“Oh, be careful!”
Too late. I spit something into my palm. It’s...a tiny plastic person?
“What the hell, Nevermore?”
I look at the object in my hand. It’s a small smiling baby.
When I look up, she smiles, her face turning vibrant red.
When it hits me, I fall back on the bed with a heavy bounce.
“Oh, shit. Oh, Jesus, are we—” I pause, sitting up to look at her, probably with eyes bigger than marbles.
Grinning shyly, she nods so briskly her hair flaps.
“How long have you known?” I ask.
“I found out the day before the wedding, but I thought I’d save the news. There aren’t too many things you can get a billionaire bad boy he doesn’t already have, and besides a tattoo job, I figured this might make the list.”
“This definitely makes the list.” I reach for her, damn near bursting with excitement like a kid on Christmas. “Come the hell here!”
This is how I hope it’ll always be with us.
When we’re too lost for words, we just kiss.
Of course, it has its hazards. Neither of us remembers I’m holding a cinnamon bun until the warm, sugary mess is sandwiched between us when I peel back.
“Shit, sorry,” I mutter.
Dakota tries to brush smashed pastry off her swimsuit. It’s not really working. When she looks at me, laughter bursts out of her, explosive and bright.
“It’s perfect,” she says, drawing in a breath while I give her a puzzled look. “Look at us, Lincoln. Hot, messy, and still pretty sweet. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I would,” I whisper, plucking a strip of flattened roll off my abs and popping it into her mouth.
When we kiss again, it’s not just sugar and spice I’m tasting.
It’s Dakota Burns.
It’s all of my tomorrows.
Both of us, Burns be.