Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Make love to me.” Jase carries me over to his bed. Slowly, he takes his time undressing me. His mouth grazes my skin as he pulls one piece of clothing from me and then another. I moan his name when he presses his mouth to my sex, his tongue teasing me.
“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” For a man who isn’t prone to talking, he often knows the right thing to say. But more than anything, he shows me how he feels. He has from the start. I’m so used to people being loud and saying what they think. Not Jase. He’s a man of action. He might not always have the right words, but he’ll show you his devotion.
“No teasing. I want to feel you inside me. I want to come together.” Unlike how he slowly undressed me, he sheds his own clothing quickly. My eyes drop to his cock. I make an audible swallow when I see the size of it.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but please don’t tell me to stop.” Jase's voice is gruff now. “I’ll go slowly.” He comes down over me. “I’ve never done this before.” He sweeps a piece of my hair out of my face.
“I’m the only girl you’ve ever wanted.” I know it’s ridiculous, but I take pleasure in knowing that no one else will ever know him in this way.
“You’re all I want.” God, I love this man.
“We’ll learn together.” I pull him down for a kiss. It starts off slowly, but soon it grows deeper and needy. I can still taste myself on his lips as his cock pushes inside of me. I let out a small gasp when he breaks through my virginity. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully inside of me.
“Tell me you’re okay.” Jase’s whole body is tense. He wants to move, but he doesn’t want to hurt me either.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted too.” He lets out a groan at my confession. “Make love to me.” I wrap my legs around him. It’s all the encouragement he needs. Jase lets go. I watch him. My brilliant man finally lets go of his control and takes what he wants.
He shifts his hips, thrusting deeper into me. The orgasm he teased to the surface before begins rising up again.
“I’m going to come inside you.” It’s not a question. “Gonna mark you. Make you mine forever. I need that. No other man will ever know you in this way.”
I come. My sex locks down around his cock. The mixture of his words and the pleasure of him inside of me is too much. Jase groans my name and comes with me, his warm release spilling deep inside of me.
“You bring out a side of me I didn’t know was there,” he says when we both finally catch our breath. His cock is still hard inside of me. “I love you.” I trail my fingers up his bare back.
“I love you too, Jase.”
“Forever.” He pushes.
“Forever and always.”
EPILOGUE
JASE
“Lasagna coming through,” shouts Gio as he weaves his way through the tables carrying a steaming pan of pasta overhead. Behind him, Bianca, dressed in her characteristic designer chic, follows with homemade Italian bread. My mouth waters. Lucia was in the kitchen earlier today, which means that cheesy, meaty concoction is all her. She hasn’t been cooking the last eight weeks because the doc told us she needed to take it easy. Lucia didn’t much like that, but she gave up her chef duties, leaving that to Gio and the sous chefs. Her brother has done a good job of keeping people satisfied, but for me, my stomach issue still persists. I can’t eat much of anything unless Lucia makes it. My wife loves this. It’s like I’m biologically wired to only eat her food. Since she’s been banned from the kitchen, I’ve basically lived off bread and steak, and the latter I cook myself. This pile of meat, pasta, and cheese makes me almost cry with joy.
“You used to look at me like that,” murmurs Lucia.
I swing around to face my beloved. “Is the baby bothering you? You were only allowed in the kitchen if you directed the action and didn’t make anything.”
My beloved grimaces. “You and Gio are exactly alike. He took one look at me this morning and made me sit in a chair. The only thing I did for that pan is to mix the cheese and eggs together. My skills are atrophying, and my husband is staring at a pan of lasagna as if it’s his last meal.”
I’m conflicted. On the one hand, I was reluctant to see her push her way into the kitchen earlier. On the other, I wanted to make her happy, and she seemed determined to be a part of her dad’s birthday celebration. Gio had promised me that he would watch her like a hawk and wouldn’t let her overexert herself, and then they kicked me out because I’m not a chef. I said I didn’t think that needed to be a prerequisite, but Lucia gave me a shove, so I left and helped Enzo set up all the tables in the dining room.