Page 59 of Her Billion Dollar Groom

“Me too,” she says. “I’m so glad it’s going to be with you.”

“Me too. And then I also thought, when they get a bit older, we can?—”

“Jason?” she cuts me off again.

I stand in the middle of the room blinking, my mind whirring. “What?”

“I love that you’ve thought about this so much. I love that you want to do this for our family. But the baby’s not coming for months. We have time to paint, and plan, and make furniture. We don’t have to do it all today.”

“Yeah. You’re right,” I say, sucking in air between my teeth, embarrassed. “You’re right. Of course, you are.”

She pulls me in, nestling between my arms, wrapping her own arms around my neck. “You think too much. Do you know that?”

“You’ve told me that once or twice.” I chuckle.

“And I’m telling you again.” She slides her hands down to my waist and looks me dead in the eye. “You’re cute when you blush.”

I let out another awkward chuckle. “Thanks, I think.”

“Kiss me,” she demands, just like the first time.

And how can I resist a request like that?

I lean down slowly, carefully, and place my lips on hers, relishing every second of contact. When we break away for a breath, I say, “I can’t believe I get to do this every day with you.”

“You could have been doing it all along,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“And aren’t I just so stupid for that?” I grin, leaning in to grab her waist so I can pull her to my chest. She yelps as I do, and our lips collide again.

Without any hesitation, we stumble back down the corridor to my bedroom, shedding clothes as we go, fumbling with buttons, giggling as pants get stuck and zippers won’t undo. It’s not dignified, and it’s probably not particularly sexy, but I don’t care. I want her body, and laughing with her is better than a million women trying hard to look sexy.

When we’re finally naked on the bed, I lay her down and kiss her gently on the stomach. “Hello,” I whisper. “I’m so excited to meet you.”

She giggles at that and swats at my head. “Stop wasting time,” she whines.

“I’ll do whatever I like with my wife,” I growl, but she’s right. We’ve wasted enough time already, and I can smell her desire.

Without wasting another second, I wrap my arms around her to embrace the pleasure of the first day of the rest of our lives.

EPILOGUE

Eighteen Months Later: Eliza

“Are you ready?” Jason asks.

“Babe, you’re more nervous than I am.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re shaking like a leaf. Come here.”

I curl an index finger at him, and he obeys, scampering over to me like an obedient puppy. I straighten out the lapels of his suit jacket and adjust the handkerchief in his pocket. “There,” I say. “You look perfect.”

“You look perfect,” he shoots back.

“Ialwayslook perfect.”

“That’s true. But enough with that.” He leans down and snatches a kiss.

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