Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
His lips tug into a reluctant expression of satisfaction. “Me too,” he says, wrapping me in a warm hug. “Fuck, Francesca, I’m sorry.”
I bury my face in his chest. “I’m sorry too. I trust you but I’m worried about what this guy might do to you.”
His chin rests on top of my head. “I trust you Francesca, of course I do. I never would have married you if I didn’t and I need you to know I wasn’t talking to The Butcher last night.”
That provides me with a sense of relief but I’m also more curious than ever about who he was talking to last night. “Good. That’s good. I’m glad.”
“Between the wedding and things with Olivia, I’m a little stressed out, I guess. But I love you kitten, and I don’t ever want to fight with you.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “I don’t want to fight with you either, but I want you to be safe. I need you to be safe because my biggest nightmare is that the killer will make a move on you, and I’ll be too far away to save you.”
“My little protector,” he growls and fits his lips to mine. The kiss starts off hot as fuck and I melt into his broad chest and inhale his expensive masculine scent.
“I’m sure it goes against your toxic masculinity but it’s my job to keep you safe. I’ve searched high and low for a man like you, and there is no fucking way in hell that I’ll let some twisted fucker take you from me.” I mean that with my whole heart.
“You won’t have to because I’m not going anywhere, my pet.” His arms tighten around me.
“Good. I really am sorry about last night. I love you and I worry.”
“I know and I’m stressed and taking it out on you. I’m sorry too, kitten.” His lips descend on mine once again, soft and insistent. He licks my mouth, teasing me until I open up for him, giving him access to whatever he wants. A slow moan escapes and Damien kisses me deeper, with more intensity. “It won’t happen again.”
“It will,” I laugh. “And that’s okay. We’ll figure it out just like we did now.”
He growls and kisses me again. “I hate sleeping without you curled into my side.”
“Me too. I slept like shit,” I tell him honestly. “Now I get why they say you shouldn’t go to bed angry.”
“Then we won’t. That’s a promise.”
I hug Damien so tightly I hear his heart thumping in my ear. It’s strong and powerful just like him. Steady and comforting.
“Hungry?”
I nod against his chest. “I could eat.”
We order some delivery, and I spend an hour with Damien inside his office, eating breakfast and making up for the events of last night. He still doesn’t tell me what the call last night was about, but I don’t push it, now isn’t the time, instead I enjoy having breakfast with my husband.
Everything else can wait until later.
“You spoil me,” I tell him and pat my full belly. “Thank you for breakfast.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life spoiling you, Francesca. I wish I had time to make up with you properly.”
I laugh but it sounds more like a giggle even to my own ears. “I do too, but that’s what tonight is for. Tonight, at the penthouse, Damien. Just me and you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” His mouth finds mine again and I swear that every single kiss he lays on me pulls me under. By the time he pulls back, there’s a fine sheen of sweat on my forehead and my back. “Until tonight, Mrs. Wolfe.”
I shiver. “Yeah, until tonight.”
Damien walks me to the door but his phone rings when he pulls it open. “Have a good day at work, Francesca.”
“I will. Stay safe.” I watch him for another long minute, admiring his beauty when he answers the phone, easily slipping into boss mode. Feeling proud of my man and satisfied with how we left things, I leave the office and nearly slam into Jess on my way to the elevator.
“Mrs. Wolfe. Is everything all right?” Her smile is professional, the same one I bet she uses with everyone who comes through this office.
“Yes. Just a small disagreement between newlyweds.”
“It happens,” she offers with a sympathetic look in her eyes. The look darkens and she steps inside the elevator with me, standing so close I can smell her expensive perfume. “I shouldn’t have ambushed you at the wedding the way I did,” she begins. “But if you want to know the truth, the real truth about everything, I suggest you ask your partner. Jay.”
“Jay? What’s this got to do with Jay?”
She nods. “Ask him. He has a lot of answers that might surprise you. Starting with your home,” she says before she hits the button and steps off the elevator. “Good luck.”