Page 28 of Not-So Real Breakup

That was all it took for me to push against his dick, filling myself as deep as I could and letting my orgasm crest over me.

He moaned, pumping faster as he gripped me harder. His growl echoed through the room as hot spurts of his come filled me, letting another wave of pleasure flow through my body.

Going boneless, I laid on his shoulder, peppering kisses on his neck. We stayed connected for a few minutes, both of our hearts beating rapidly.

Then finally he eased out of me, helping me to dry off before wrapping me in a fluffy towel and carrying me to his bed. Which was a good thing because after all the orgasms, my legs were jelly.

He gently set me down on the mattress before easing in behind me, still naked as he pressed himself against my back.

“I hope that was relaxing enough for you,” he whispered, pushing my wet hair away from my neck.

“It was perfect,” I murmured.

“Good.” I wasn’t sure what he was up to when I felt him twist at the waist behind me, but I realized he’d grabbed something off the bedside table when he slid an engagement ring on my finger. “Then you should be mellowed out enough not to turn down my proposal just because you’re pissed at me for being a Neanderthal when it comes to your safety.”

“Just so long as you promise to keep me in the loop on anything big in the future,” I murmured, staring down in awe at the oval cut, pink diamond solitaire on a platinum band. “If I’m going to be your wife, I get to stand by your side through anything that comes our way.”

“There’s no ‘if’ about it, baby. I love you too much to accept any other outcome.” He lifted my hand to press a kiss to my finger, directly above where the ring encircled it. “You’re going to be my wife…sooner rather than later.”

My lips curved at finally hearing those three little words from the man who’d stolen my heart from day one. His possessive tone was so quintessentially James, I would have laughed except that I knew from the expectant look in his hazel orbs that he was waiting for confirmation of what he already knew. “Of course I’m going to be your wife. I love you too much to accept any other outcome as well.”

EPILOGUE

SAMANTHA

Smoothing down the skirt of my dress with trembling fingers, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before marching toward James’s office. I rapped my fingers against the door but didn’t give him the chance to respond before I strode inside and over to his desk. His head jerked up, his eyes going wide when he spotted the serious expression on my face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“We’re behind schedule on JB Capital’s newest and biggest project in Chicago,” I chided, shaking my head as I handed him the folder I was carrying. “You need to get cracking on this list if you’re going to have any hope of ever finishing by the due date.”

His gaze dropped to the folder, and his brows drew together. “What new project?”

“The one I confirmed just this morning.”

James hadn’t been kidding when he said he’d wanted to get married sooner than later. Only a few days later, he took a page from my brother’s playbook and whisked me away to Las Vegas to elope—except I knew our marriage was real, unlike Zoe when she married Landon.

Although it had been put together quickly, James hadn’t spared any expense on our Vegas wedding. He rented out The Chapel of Dreams inside the Lennox, the hottest resort on the Vegas Strip, for the entire day so we had the whole place to ourselves. The cake and flowers were straight out of every dream I’d had as a little girl, and my dress was exquisite. He’d also put the private jets owned by him and his brothers to good use, flying everyone out to celebrate with us.

We took over the top two floors of the Lennox, and the owner and his wife even hosted us for lunch before we returned home. Drew Lennox was part of the billionaire’s club—or at least that was what I jokingly called it since it seemed to me as though James knew all the billionaires in the world with the way he kept introducing me to them. He also had something else in common with my husband—Drew was head over heels for his wife, Autumn.

“I knew that you’d come into your own when you got used to being a billionaire, baby. What kind of property did you find for us?” James grinned at me before flipping the folder open to stare down at the small white stick inside.

Recognition dawned on his face, and I patted my belly when his head jerked up. “It’s not so much that I found it as it found me.”

“It says ‘positive,’” he rasped, his eyes turning glassy.

I nodded. “And I have five more in my office with the same results since I wanted to be one hundred percent certain. Some of them say ‘pregnant’ and others have two pink lines, but they all mean the same thing.”

“You’re carrying my baby?”

I beamed a smile at him, sniffling because of the hormones already overwhelming me. “I am.”

“How did you manage to keep this a secret from me?”

“I’ve only known since this morning.” I winked at him. “But a girl’s gotta have her secrets sometimes. Even if she can only keep them for like two hours, max.”

Snaking his arm around my waist, James pulled me onto his lap and growled, “I thought we agreed to no secrets after our not-so real breakup.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who said you wouldn’t keep anything from me again,” I teased, twisting in his hold so I could rest my head against his shoulder. “You didn’t have me make the same promise because I wasn’t the one who broke your heart while trying to protect you.”

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