Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I offered him a shy smile. “So you’re the opposite of mad?”
His other hand tangled with mine, and he brushed his thumb over my ring finger. “The only thing that’d make me happier is carrying you down to the wedding chapel and making it official.”
“What?” I gasped, shaking my head in denial. “No! That’s not possible.”
His mouth kicked up at one side and he flashed me a wink. “It’s Vegas, baby. It’s more than possible. There’s something like three hundred weddings a day here.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “We’re not rushing off and getting married just because I’m pregnant.” No matter how much I wanted to take him up on the offer.
“I don’t want to marry you just because you’re pregnant.” His tone was indignant, making me smile inside.
I raised a single brow. “Then why do you want to marry me?” The air in my lungs stalled as I waited for his answer.
“I want to marry you because you’re mine.”
The breath I’d been holding let out in a huff. “Saying I’m yours isn’t a good enough reason. Not when we only spent two days together.”
His eyes narrowed and he looked at me pointedly. “It might’ve only been two days, but I still managed to fall in love with you.”
“You love me?” I gasped.
“Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder was right because my feelings didn’t go away during the two months we spent apart. They only grew.”
Holy shit, I was a lucky woman. This incredibly sexy man had somehow fallen in love with me and wasn’t the least bit bothered by the fact that I was unexpectedly pregnant. No wonder I’d fallen in love with him. “I love you, too.”
His grin grew smug. “You’re already in love with me and pregnant with my child. Why not throw caution to the wind and marry me too?”
I wanted to say yes. I really, really did. But it was a little more complicated than he was making it sound. “Because we live in different cities.”
“I’m a fucking billionaire. We can live wherever you want. Living in Vegas makes running the hotel more convenient, but you and our family are my priority.”
“I need to figure out my whole job situation,” I mused. “I hadn’t planned on needing one until my time was up with Doctors Without Borders.”
“Like I said before, I’m a billionaire. Take all the time you want to figure out where you want work.” I narrowed my eyes at him again, and he quickly figured out I wasn’t as happy with his solution to my lack of a job as I had been with him being willing to live wherever I wanted. “You weren’t expecting to go job hunting for another ten months anyway. Enjoy the pregnancy. Settle into married life with me. That’d be right around the time most women’s maternity leave is up. You could take over as our in-house doctor, open a clinic, get a job at the hospital here. I’ll support whatever you think is the right decision for you.”
My pregnancy hormones made me extra emotional, and my eyes filled with tears at how perfect his answer was. “Are you for real?”
He pressed my palm against his hard length. “I’m very real.”
“And you love me?”
He slid my hand up to where his heart pounded in his chest. “Every beat is for you.”
“And you really want to get married right away?”
His blue eyes burned with sincerity. “More than anything.”
Only a very dumb woman wouldn’t have agreed, and nobody have ever tried calling me stupid.
Epilogue
Drew
“It’s perfect,” Autumn sighed, looking around the spacious bedroom. We were standing in what would soon be a nursery for our baby boy.
I slipped my arms around her from behind, resting my palms on her large stomach. “Perfect,” I mumbled, nuzzling her neck and placing a soft kiss behind her ear.
Autumn had lined up a job in a prominent children’s hospital in Las Vegas and would start several months after the baby was born. Until then, she’d been busy hunting for the perfect house since we didn’t want to raise our children in the hotel.
“Is this the one?” I asked with another small kiss, enjoying her light shiver that skittered down her spine.
“Yes,” she breathed. Then she laughed and spun around, throwing her arms around my shoulders. “This is our house!” It wasn’t easy to maneuver around her eight-and-a-half-month belly, but my height gave me an advantage and I was able to drop my head and take her mouth in a deep kiss.
This time, the shiver wracked her entire body and she moaned. “Fuck, I love your sounds, sunshine,” I groaned. “Unless you want to christen our new house right now, I suggest you keep quiet.”
She whimpered and it drove me past the point of no return. I grabbed her hand and towed her from the room, her giggles following behind. The house was only sparsely furnished, staged for showing. But, I knew the perfect spot. I lifted her into my arms, ignoring her squeak of protest and carried her down the stairs. There was a hallway to the left and the first door led to an office. Once inside, I kicked the door shut and set Autumn on her feet before flipping the lock. A sturdy oak desk was positioned in the center of the room, and I drew her over to it and carefully hoisted her up. My hands slipped up her thighs, under her flowy dress. They glided up to cup her breasts as I stepped between her legs.