Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“It’s not her fault. I brought it up.”
“You’re right. It’s just…I’m afraid of losing you, and today, that was almost the case.”
“I’ll be a little more careful.”
“Yeah, no more trains, and we visit your parents together or with one of your bodyguards.” She nods and slides her hand into mine.
“I love you so much, Sawyer.”
“I love you, Jillian.”
“So what’s going to happen about work? Will I be your assistant, or will you find someone else?”
“I think you’ll do very well for now, but is that what you want to do?” Lips pursed together in contemplation, she sits there silently for a moment.
“I’m not sure. The thought of you having another female assistant doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Why? You know I have no interest in them.”
“Look at Cynthia. She’s leaving, and she said it was necessary.”
“Yes. Her mother is ill, and she’s going to need care. I offered to bring her here, but it’s best if she goes back home to tend to her.”
“Oh. I thought Cynthia maybe had feelings for one of you, and she couldn’t handle it.”
“No, no. Cynthia never acted in any way flirtatious. There have been women…”
“Please don’t say you’ve dated.”
I reach over and press my hand to her lips. “Stop that nonsense now. I thought I made myself crystal clear before that no one else has existed. The model was literally just a photo op. As soon as we walked into the gala, we went our separate ways, and I ended up leaving. My brother walked out with her, and no one was any the wiser.”
“I didn’t bother looking at any more photos after the arrival photos.”
“Then you would have seen it was Nox leaving with her. He only had her driven home.”
“Oh.”
“Nox yelled at me that day, but I told him he had no idea what he was talking about because I wasn’t interested in you. Of course, it was a lie. I loved you for so long, so no one else could exist.”
“Thank you for staying true to me.”
“Always, Jillian.” He kisses my hand and as he does, the afternoon summer skies open up and let out a light rain. It’s nice because the sun still shines. “We’re nearly home.”
“I love the sound of that. Home.”
“Forever.”
We pulled into the driveway, and then I cut the engine. “Before we go in, sweetheart, I wanted to remind you that you have some spanking coming.” Her thighs slam together, instant heat floods her face, and her pupils dilate. “I’m glad we understand each other.”
“Now, come along, little Jilly Bean. It’s time to teach you a lesson about running away from me.”
“I promise I won’t ever do it again.” I’m betting she won’t, but I’m sure she’ll do something else to warrant my hands on her deliciously round ass.
Epilogue
Sawyer
“Fuck, spread them cheeks,” I command. Jillian holds them open as I stare at her holes. Having my wife at my mercy is always wonderful, but after the day I’ve had, being inside her is the only thing that will bring relief.
She spreads her hands over her bottom and turns her head to smile at me. “Like this, Mr. Masterson?” We didn’t even make it through the front door before I had her spread out over the entry table, staring at us in the mirror.
“Yes, fuck. I thought you were supposed to be a good assistant.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what I did that was wrong.”
“No? You mean, showing up to the meeting in this outfit, and allowing the client to touch your hand?”
“He just shook my hand.”
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, Mrs. Masterson.” I pump harder in long and deep strokes, slamming into her soaking wet, needy pussy.
“Fuck, I don’t have a clue.”
“No?” I bite down on her throat, sucking on her pulse.
“Yes, fuck, yes. Oh my God.”
“Don’t you dare come until you admit what you did.”
“Fine, I hid my outfit from you.” She’s intentionally teasing me.
“Damn right, you did. I wouldn’t have let you come to the meeting dressed like that. That fucker had his eyes on what belongs to me.” I squeeze her breasts, and she lets out a whimpered moan. Maybe I’m a little too rough, but that deal was squashed before we even ordered our meal.
“Well, that bimbo had a shorter dress on than me.” She says that as if I’m supposed to care about another woman.
“I didn’t notice, and it doesn’t fucking matter because she isn’t my wife,” I snarl. I’d been annoyed that Wilkes had brought his daughter to the office this afternoon, but when he said she was joining us for dinner, I smelled trouble brewing. After that shit with Johnson, my protectiveness only got worse.
Frank Johnson and his wife were going to trial, but they both took the easy way out. She popped pills, and he hung himself in his prison cell. I couldn’t have been more pissed, but I also couldn’t bring them back from the dead either. Now, I watch every man around my wife, and Wilkes is just the asshole who disrespects women in all ways—I knew that by the end of the day.