Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Standing, she was bold and sat on his lap, draping the blanket over them both, and grabbed her mug again.
They stayed like that in silence for several minutes, but it was the comfortable and warm type of silence.
“I love you, Elijah. I really do.”
He pulled her tighter against his chest. “I love you, too, baby.” He kissed the side of her head. “This is the beginning, and it’ll be incredible.”
She couldn’t agree more.
Epilogue
One year later
Freya rested her head back on the couch and stared out the front window. She was in Elijah’s penthouse apartment overlooking the city and naked aside from a towel wrapped around her body because she’d just gotten out of the shower.
She spent most of her time here with him, but she kept her house, kept her own place. Not only had a year already passed, but she was also working as an RN at the local hospital.
The work was rewarding, but it was also exhausting and took a little piece of her. She loved being able to help others and knew this had been the right move for her to make career wise. But then she’d leave, come see Elijah, and he’d show her what living really meant, that being alone was not an option anymore.
For the past year, they’d spent time with each other, catching up on their lives and what had been missed the past four years. She’d attended fancy balls and business meetings held in mansions that sat on acres of pristine and landscaped grounds.
She’d seen the most beautiful gowns draped on the most beautiful women and envied each one of them. But then she’d see Elijah watching her with that possessive, proprietary gleam in his eyes, she’d feel his hand wrapped around her waist with his body close to hers, and Freya knew it didn’t matter how beautiful they were. She was it for him. He’d told her enough times that she didn’t believe anything else.
Not only was Elijah the strong, sometimes silent type, but he could also be the type of man who brought a woman chocolates and flowers … brought her those things. He wasn’t a softie all the time. There was jealousy and possessiveness, but it was just enough to make her feel like she was his world.
The sound of the front door opening and closing had her turning and seeing him standing in the foyer. Her breath always seemed to catch when she saw him, taking in his muscular body and the way he held himself so confidently, so sure of his surroundings. Only one person on this planet was meant for her, and she was looking at him right now.
He had left early this morning to deal with some business even though it was the weekend and he should have been off. But being as successful as Elijah meant there were times he had to work. But he wasn’t the all work and no play type of man. No, he made sure to play with her plenty. That thought had her grinning and had her body heating to nuclear levels. Even right now when he hadn’t touched her, she was wet and aching for him.
He stepped into the living room, and his smile spread as he stared at her. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey.” She lowered her gaze to where she could see his muscle definition through the white button-down shirt he wore. His suit jacket was undone as well, his shoulders broad, his hips narrow. She could see all of that through his sharp, pressed, and so very business-like clothing.
It made her wetter.
“I love seeing you in those suits,” Freya said a bit breathlessly. She held the towel tighter, the material plush and so soft, but she was feeling hypersensitive, and the fabric abraded her flesh.
“And I like what you’re wearing,” he said with a grin and winked at her. “In fact, how about anytime I walk through that door, you’re either wearing a towel or nothing at all?”
Her body tingled, her pussy clenched, and her nipples hardened. Walking closer, he started loosening the knot of his tie and then undid the first few buttons of his shirt.
“I missed you,” he said in that super deep voice of his that was like sandpaper along her flesh.
“I didn’t really see you this morning.” Although she had woken up briefly when he’d kissed her on the forehead before he left for the office, she still felt like she hadn’t seen or spoken to him all day.
This was what love was, what it felt like.
He moved toward her, and she took a step back. She was now pressed to the window, the coldness a stark contrast to her overheated flesh. Before she could even take a breath, he had her in his arms, turned, and was sitting on the couch with her straddling him. Freya instantly felt his cock start to stiffen beneath the expensive material of his pants. The towel rode up her thighs, and when he leaned back, placed his hands on her legs, and groaned, she felt the world tilt.