Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I didn’t want to do the same.
When I came home, she was happy to see me, as if that horrible fight had never happened. She’d already gotten ready for the day like she intended to go out after I went to bed. Her hair and makeup were done, but she wore one of my long-sleeved shirts like a baggy dress.
She rose on her tiptoes to kiss me, her arms unable to wrap around my neck so she grabbed on to my shoulders instead.
I slipped my hands underneath her dress, and I took hold of that fine ass. I was dead tired when I walked in the door, but the second she was in my grasp, I was wide awake. I gripped her thighs then lifted her up into me, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist.
Now, her arms could circle my neck, and she kissed me like she’d been thinking about me all morning. “I missed you.”
Her neediness turned me on—that was how much I loved her. No amount of clinginess could deter my obsession with her. Sometimes, less was more, but other times, more was more. When a woman grabbed my hand, that was all it took for the night to come to a screeching halt. But there was nothing Fleur could do to make me feel that way. “I missed you too, sweetheart.” I carried her to the bed and dropped her on the edge before I took hold of her panties underneath her shirt and tugged them down. I pushed the shirt above her tits and dropped my bottoms before I grabbed her hips and lifted her into place to take my dick.
I slid through her slickness that drenched my dick, and I already wanted to come. “Fuck, you really did miss me.”
When I woke up, she was on the couch reading, in a different one of my shirts. As far as I could tell, she didn’t have any loungewear because she’d never worn it in front of me. She preferred my clothes, and that was just fine with me.
I showered then joined her on the couch.
She immediately closed her book and left it on the coffee table before she crawled to me and got on my lap, the excitement in her eyes like a torch she carried just for me. “How was work?”
My hands went to her thighs. I could feel the change in her legs, the muscles she’d built just from running on the treadmill every day. Her waist was a little tighter, and I could feel her abs against my thumbs whenever I squeezed her. Her ass was tighter too—and I definitely liked that. “Same shit.” I didn’t know how to answer such a routine question, not when I was a criminal rather than a guy working in an office. “How was your day?”
“I had a blueberry muffin that was to die for, so it was pretty great.” She was all over me again, her hands on my chest, her ass right in my lap, obsessed with me like I’d been with her since the moment I saw her.
I had no doubt that she was really past our fight, that she felt no resentment toward me for what she had to sacrifice. I could just let it go, let myself have what I want and let her take the hit.
But now, I felt so much guilt. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“About what?” she asked, her eyes narrowed like she really had no idea what I referred to.
“If you want to have kids, I’ll leave.”
It took her time to absorb that statement, her expression going through various stages of confusion, deeper confusion, and then shock. She’d been happy a moment ago, and now she looked devastated, like I should have just left it alone. “What do you mean, Bastien?”
“I’ll retire from the business. We can start a new life.”
“But you said—”
“I know what I said. I changed my mind.”
“But why?” Her affection retreated. She left my lap and moved to the couch beside me. She seemed overwhelmed with emotion rather than joy, which was the opposite effect I’d intended.
“Because I love you, Fleur. Because I asked you to marry me, and you deserve everything you want. You deserve a man who puts you first. You shouldn’t have to compromise on a damn thing.” My life had changed when I’d met Fleur, but it had changed again when I asked her to marry me. All my priorities were different now. She was the single most important thing to me, and I’d feel like a worthless piece of shit, denying her what she wanted most. “So, whenever you want this to happen, we’ll make it happen.”
Her eyes drifted away like she needed time to come to terms with what I’d said. “I—I didn’t expect this.” Her dark hair was pulled back over one shoulder, and her eyes had an emotional depth that I hadn’t seen before. “I don’t want you to give up what you love either, Bastien.”