Page 82 of Forbidden Desires

Epilogue

Gisele-Two Months Later

Brody runs his hands down my body, pulling me in close to him as he devours me with kisses.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” I giggle as he throws me down on my bed. He spent the night here again.

“What’s not to be in a good mood about? The sun’s shining, we’ve had two profitable months at the hotel, your wedding calendar is fully booked, not to mention the corporate events are busier than they have ever been. And you’re finally going to agree to move in with me.”

I smirk back at him sassily, trying not to laugh. Every week since we officially told everyone we were a couple he’s asked me to move to the ranch with him. And every week I have told him that it’s too early for us to even consider moving in together. “You know my answer.” I smirk, finding it harder and harder to say no.

“I talked to Emerson. Your lease was month to month, and it runs out in two weeks. Then what are you going to do?”

“Renew it?” I shrug like it’s not a big deal. It’s kind of fun messing with him over this.

He shakes his head. “No chance in hell, sweet pea. I know you think it’s too early, but we spend every night together anyway, either at this place or mine.” He pulls me into him again. “What are you afraid of?”

"Spoiling everything." I let out a sigh. “If I move in with you, the magic will disappear, and we will be just a regular old boring couple.”

“We could never be just some boring regular couple.” He kisses just below my ear, sending thrills over my body. “If I even suspect it’s getting stale, I can think of plenty of ways to spice it up.” He kisses me again. “I need you with me.”

I stare into his eyes, knowing it’s what I want as well. I have this whole time, but I didn’t want to rush. “So clingy, Mr. Alexander.”

“I could just make sure Emerson doesn’t lease it to you again,” he says more seriously. And I know he would try it, just to get his own way. He’s still just as controlling.

I pout, trying to play along. “Your sister loves me, she’s not going to turn me down.” I consider him, trying to work out what’s best. I desperately want to be with him all the time. It’s why we don’t spend any time apart. But I’m scared; moving in together feels so grown-up and real.

He stands with determination. He heads to my closet, grabs my overnight bag, and opens the top drawer of my dressing table.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing your stuff. I’m not staying here where Paisley could walk in on us at any moment to fill us in on her latest dating debacle. You know she told Parker she can hear us through the walls.”

I laugh at his dramatics. “This place is pretty old, she probably can.”

“She has a big mouth,” he grumbles. The two of them are trying to get along better, but she loves to mess with him and riles him up so easily. It’s a good laugh for me and Mae.

“She does. But the girls would miss us. I think they secretly like having your grumpy ass around.”

He glares at me as he opens the second drawer and starts packing items in the bag. “Do you have another bag somewhere?” he asks, ignoring my reasoning. He’s deadly serious this time. He’s kind of adorable when he makes his mind up about something, and he wants it so much.

“Alright,” I say, unable to help the smirk that creeps onto my face.

Pausing his packing, he evaluates me with his determined gaze. “Alright, you have another bag for me to pack?”

“Alright I’ll move out to the ranch with you.” I laugh. I couldn’t wait any longer even if I wanted to. And at this point, I’m really just trying to mess with him anyway. He drops the bag, removes his shirt and boxers in one go, then scrambles onto my bed. He pins me beneath his large body, showering me with kisses. I love it when he’s playful like this. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, pulling his body closer to mine, feeling his massive hard cock dig into me.

He pulls my shirt over my head, grinding into me and showing me just how hard he is already. “I’m going to make you scream so fucking loud for teasing me,” he warns me, his tone serious.

I giggle. “We have to be quiet, the girls will be up already,” I warn him.

“No fucking way, sweet pea.”

We hear the front door slam then heavy stomping up the stairs.

He looks to me wild-eyed. “Another Paisley drama?”

“I should probably go and check on her.” I sigh, realizing that Paisley has been even more unsettled lately than usual. I can't figure out what's happening with her, but she's been acting strange. It seems like she's feeling down about something but isn't willing to confide in any of us. Then she flip-flops and has some crazy big night out that always ends in some drama.

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