Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“Cut! God. What the fuck is going on with my actors? There’s not a pair of them that don’t have this kind of chemistry. Keep rolling for B footage, Chuck. Jesus.”
One scene down, only six more weeks of shooting. We’ve got this, no problem.
Epilogue
Stacee
One Year Later
I wake up as the sun streams into the room, blinding me. I reach over and hit the button for the blinds to close, bringing me into blessed darkness. I moved in with Tyson as soon as we came home from Australia. I stare down at the engagement ring on my finger. When did Tyson put that there? I was up all night with our new baby, Penny. She didn’t want to sleep without me, so I slept in the rocking chair with her until she was ready to go back into her bassinet. At seven this morning. I’m still not ready to wake up, but I have to get ready. Tonight is finally the premiere of Pirate Among Us.
I crawl out of bed and right into the shower. My hair and makeup team are ready to go when I get out. It takes three hours, but I’m finally ready in a Migan Jorgensen original from her Jungle Collections. The leopard print short dress looks amazing on me, if I do say so myself. Everyone is gone now. My mother-in-law is watching the baby at Tyler’s house right now. She finally moved out here and left her house. Grandchildren will make people come alive again.
Tyson comes into the living room, looking sexy as hell in his tuxedo. His vest matches my dress.
“Hello, fiancee,” he says.
“You could have asked.”
“Why? The only acceptable answer is yes,” he says as he stalks toward me.
“Of course the answer is yes,” I mumble. “But a girl likes to be asked.”
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
“Next time?” My anger and jealously are instantly at the service.
“Calm down, baby girl. You know you are the only woman for me.”
“I know, what did you mean by that then?”
He drops to his knees in front of me, grabby my left hand in his.
“Will you marry me, Stacee Laverne Beaufort?”
“Yes. I’ll marry you, Tyson Reid Lord.”
“Thank fuck. I love you,” he says, standing and pulling me close to her.
“I love you too.”
Then his lips are on mine. He kisses my neck and growls in my ear. I really don’t have a choice but to pull his belt open and stroke his cock.
“Fuck me, Tyson. Please.”
“We’ll be late.”
“They can’t start without us. Please. I need you,” I beg.
“Fuck. Turn around,” he says roughly. I turn around and lean over the back of the couch, assuming the position. He drags his fingers through my already soaking-wet folds. “Does your little pussy ache for me, baby girl?”
“Yes. Please make it all better,” I whimper as he slams into me.
“Fuck, Stacee. I will never get enough of this cunt,” he growls as he pounds in and out of me, using my hips for leverage.
“I love you,” I scream as my orgasm hits me.
“I love you too. For fucking ever,” he shouts as he fills me with his seed.
I can’t wait to have more of his babies and spend the rest of my life loving this man.
The man who came out of nowhere and changed me. Stumbling into his office was the best thing I’ve ever done.
Epilogue
Tyson
Ten Years Later
“That’s it, baby girl. Give me that cream,” I groan as I fuck my wife of nine years.
“Tyson, harder. Please. Give me more,” she demands, her legs are wrapped around my waist, and her nails are digging into my shirt; I’m surprised she hasn’t ripped the fucker. I fuck her harder and harder. Doesn’t she know that I’ll do anything for her? Including fucking her on a dias in an unused chapel in the old as shit church?
“Come for me,” I shout, rubbing her clit to bring her off faster. We’re already late. I hate being late, but she begged for my cock. How could I turn her down?
“Tyson!” she screams, and I eat her scream with a kiss. She’s so fucking loud. Normally, I love that, but not right now. Her pussy tightens around my cock, as her orgasm peaks.
“Fuck,” I shout, forgetting the need to be quiet and fill her with my seed.
“We’re late,” she says, scrambling to her feet after I pull out of her. I tuck myself back into my pants and zip them up.
“I know, Stacee.”
Our niece, her royal highness, Estella, is being baptized today, which is why we find ourselves in Uskia with our three children, Courtnee’s six and Ashlee’s four; her youngest is being baptized today. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having a king and queen as in-laws, but here we are.
“Come on. Everyone is going to know what we’ve been up to.”