Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
My breaths come easier, and as I hit that peak and finally begin coming down the other side, my body crumbles, falling into a heavy heap against the loveseat. Caesar eases his movements and returns one hand to my hip and the other to my back, gently rubbing soothing circles until I finally catch my breath. When I’ve visibly calmed, he pulls out and scoops me right off the loveseat.
He sits on the main couch, and I crumble against his warm chest as I straddle him, my arms braced around his neck. “You’re too much,” I tell him.
Caesar laughs. “Baby, you did all that on your own. I can’t make your body do anything it’s not open to.”
I laugh right back. “So, not only are you a creepy stalker pervert, you’re also a liar.”
“Call it how I see it, hellcat.”
I roll my eyes and sit up, staring directly at him as a brilliant warmth spreads through my chest . . . and also between my thighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life than when I’m with you,” I tell him. “Nothing could ever compare to this.”
Caesar reaches up, his fingers brushing my hair back over my ear. “Is that so?”
A soft smile pulls at my lips, and I nod.
“Good, because I don’t ever intend to let you go, Tilly Bardot. You’re mine now and forever. Fuck the vow, and fuck society’s standards. I don’t give a shit that I’m twenty-odd years older than you. You belong right here with me.”
“Is that so?” I tease.
Caesar nods. “That’s so.”
“My, oh my. If I were a gambling woman, I’d bet that you are in love with me, Caesar Di Rozé.”
He rolls his eyes. He’s more than told me this. He’s all but screamed it at me over and over again these past six weeks, but I’ll never tire of hearing it, never tire of being his.
“You’re damn right,” he says, and with that, he pulls me right back in, those warm lips pressing against mine in the sweetest kiss.
EPILOGUE
TILLY
TWO YEARS LATER
Aheavy groan tears out of me as I roll off Caesar’s chest and crash onto our dining table, his hand all but glued to my ass. What can I say, there’s just something special about dining tables. This is the fourth one we’ve gone through in the last two years. I don’t know what it is, perhaps the wild fuck fests that we tend to have on them, but the fuckers just keep breaking.
Though not anymore. This bad boy was built out of reinforced steel. If it crumbles beneath us, then surely we deserve a trip to a private island, sipping on cocktails for a month straight and fucking on the beach because surely that kind of effort deserves a reward.
“Uggggh. Get fucked,” Zephyr says from the living room, taking us in, butt naked on the dining table. “You invite us over for dinner, only to fuck all over the table before we get here. What the fuck?”
I snicker as Caesar grabs my favorite You’re a mother fucker shirt and pulls it over my head, still grinning at his son. “What else were we supposed to do while the chicken cooks?”
“I don’t know. Set the table. Not fuck on it.”
I roll my eyes. “So judgmental for someone who fucked his girlfriend on the hood of his car in the parking lot of a Chuck E Cheese,” I say, choosing not to remind him that he’s also no stranger to taking me on a table, but now that he and Chloe are so serious, bringing that shit up doesn’t feel so appropriate anymore.
Zeph gasps, his eyes wide. “She told you that?”
“Uhhh, yeah,” I laugh. “And about the unfortunate . . . uhhhh early arrival.”
He gasps again, immediately diving into defense mode, only Chloe’s voice from the foyer cuts off whatever bullshit was about to come flying out of his mouth.
“Jesus. They’re fucking again, aren’t they?” Chloe calls. “Is it safe to come in?”
“Only if you don’t feel like gagging the whole way through dinner.”
“It was on the table again, wasn’t it?”
I shake my head, and Chloe strides in with her perfect little baby bump. She’s only four months along, but so far, the pregnancy has more than suited her. She’s loved every second of it. “Hey, you two got your own place because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, so don’t act surprised when you barge in without knocking only to find us in the middle of an afternoon penis party.”
Chloe pretends to gag as I cut across the living room and pull her into my arms before pressing my hands to her sweet little bump, more excited than ever to meet this little baby. “I love you, and I’ll be expecting the full run down on how my little niece or nephew is growing, but right now, I must excuse myself.”