Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I know what you’re going to do. I’ll buy you a restaurant.”
My heart skips a beat, and I turn to him. Did he really just say that he plans to buy me a restaurant? I’m not sure how to take that. Does he not remember that I have twenty million of his dollars already? The one he never took a cut of? How much money does this man have? Starting a restaurant in this country is not cheap, especially in a city like New York.
And then there’s all the butterflies it adds to my stomach.
Surely, he doesn’t offer every girl these things? But I’d be a fool to think I’m special. I push those feelings aside, not entirely sure what to do with them.
“W-what?” I finally stutter out.
He smiles like it’s the best idea he’s ever had. After adding bacon to the sauce, he grabs his wine and sips it.
“It’s your passion, right? So why not? Hell, I’m sure Crue will love the idea, so he can money launder through it.”
I give him an incredulous look.
“Okay, maybe not the last part. But if this is what you love, then why not do it?”
He has a point, but I’ve never thought about having a restaurant. How does one even go about that? I do like the idea, and in my head, I’m already picturing all the types of food I could serve. But maybe a café would be easier? Something small to start, where I can bake every day? And serve some decent coffee.
“You can picture it now, can’t you?” He grins, and I smile back.
“I can. Maybe a bakery and coffee shop could be fun as well.”
“Good.”
“But I wouldn’t even know how to start a business.”
He nudges me. “Lucky for you, you know someone who is especially phenomenal at starting businesses.”
My heart feels light, and my body buzzes with excitement. I don’t know why I never thought of it before. It could be fun. “I won’t take your money for it, though,” I inform him. “Did you forget I already have most of your money?”
“You have a small fraction of my money, Honey.”
“More than enough to start a business.” I poke my tongue out. He laughs, and I have the impression he’s far from claiming defeat.
I dish up the plates and slide his over to him. Giving him a fork, Dawson doesn’t wait before he starts eating. He closes his eyes, moans softly, then looks up at me. “Marry me.”
I laugh and wave him off before serving up my plate and joining him. When I sit next to him, he’s already eaten half.
“The restaurant is a must. But if you can bake as good as this, then bakery it is.”
“Yeah?” And I don’t know why I’m asking him. “Maybe.”
I smile, finally taking a bite for myself.
CHAPTER 45
Honey
Dawson climbs onto the bed with me, and I push his shoulders back and then hook a leg over his hips to straddle him. He looks up at me, and I kiss his mouth gently, taking my time to taste him. We’re both naked, and it feels like it’s been forever since we were last together, even though it was only days ago.
I feel his hardness between my legs but don’t yet take him. I grind up and down his length, giving myself all the stimulation I need, and his hands are squeezing my ass. There’s a laziness to our touches. A different type of exploration. I look at his chest again, the tattoo catching my attention. “When did you get these tattoos?” I ask.
“Honey,” he growls.
“Oh, shut up. I know you think my questions are cute.”
He grabs my hair and pulls back my neck so he can kiss down my throat. I laugh.
“I think many things are cute about you. But I don’t share the same focus of asking about my past while my cock is only inches from impaling you.”
I chuckle as he releases my hair, and I grab his cock, angling it toward my entrance. But then I stop. His hands lock on my hips as he growls.
“Promise you’ll tell me after?”
He cocks a grin. “Are you blackmailing me?”
I position myself over his tip before pulling back up. He grunts. I brush my lips against his before whispering, “Think of it as a transaction.”
“And you told me you weren’t business savvy,” he says with a grin. “I promise. Now, fuck me, Honey.”
I chuckle when he grips my ass hard before he slaps it. I feel the sting from his handprint, but it only eggs me on. Our kisses pause, but our lips don’t leave each other.
I move a little higher until I feel him at my entrance, and then I slide down, pushing him all the way inside me.
Dawson groans into my mouth before he bites my lip, and I moan at the fullness. I start moving before I can think better of it. One part of me wants to move fast to feel it everywhere, while another part wants to stay still while he’s deep inside me to feel the connection with him.