Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
"Apple Danish." She smiles proudly with her hands on her hips.
He peers at the oven and then turns to her. “You’re going to make me overweight and unattractive, Will,” he teases as his eyes fall back up to me.
I smirk at him, as if.
“Go wash up for dinner, guys,” I say. “Will, why don’t you bring your new clothes down to show your father?”
She looks to Julian for approval before she sees his returning smile, hunches her shoulders and runs upstairs with Sammy on her tail.
I go to the fridge to put the ingredients away when Julian’s arm snakes around me from behind. He pulls me back against his body, and his cock is already hard.
My body weakens instantly.
Julian pushes my hair around to one side, and his lips find my neck where he softly bites me, making goosebumps scatter up my arms.
“I’ve been hard all day thinking about you,” he whispers in my ear.
Arousal pumps through my body.
“Why?” I whisper as his face rubs against mine over my shoulder.
He jerks me closer so his erection digs into my behind. “Because I wanted to be home, here, inside of you.” He kisses my ear.
Woof, woof.
Tillie grabs the bottom of his suit pants and tries to pull him away, using all her strength, tugging and dancing around.
Damn you, Tillie, for ruining my moment. This dog will be the death of me.
“Don’t!” he snaps as he shakes his leg to try and detach the naughty puppy. “If you rip my suit, there’ll be hell to pay, pooch.” He bends and pushes her away but she just goes crazier and bounds back to grab his sleeve between her sharp little teeth.
I giggle as I watch her. “Tillie, stop.”
She growls as he pushes her away.
Maverick jumps up on the bench and Julian’s face falls. “Get down this minute.”
I lift the little ginger ball of fluff up and put him back on the floor. “He’s just a little baby. He doesn’t know the rules yet,” I tell Julian.
“He’s a damn health hazard.”
Willow comes down wearing her blue dress and holding her arms out proudly. As soon as he sees her, Julian’s mouth drops open, and his eyes flicker to me then back to her.
“Will...” he says breathlessly. “You look so beautiful.”
Will beams with pride, and I have to blink through my tears. I’m getting soft in my old age.
“Are you crying?” Will asks.
I wave the tea towel around in the air. “It’s all those onions I chopped.”
She giggles. “You’re an idiot.”
I sniff. “I’ve been called worse.”
Julian’s eyes linger on my face before he turns his attention back to Will. “What else did you girls get up to today?”
“We got our nails done, went shopping, and then we visited Grandma.” He frowns. “You went to Grandma’s?”
“Of course. We had to show Grandma Will’s new clothes,” I interject.
“Oh, and we met Emerson. She’s really nice. And did you know that it’s Brell’s birthday on Wednesday?” Will adds.
His eyes come back to me. “You didn’t tell me that.” He looks between Will and me. “What do you want to do for your birthday?”
I look over at Will. I was thinking about this earlier today actually. “I was hoping that Will could cook dinner for us.”
Her mouth falls open in surprise. “You want me to cook for your birthday?” She gasps as she looks between Julian and me. “Of all the things you could do, you want me to cook for you?”
I nod and smile. “Only if you have time.”
“I would love to.” She waves her arms around in front of her. “Can we invite Grandma and Grandpa? Oh… and Emerson?”
Julian smiles at her enthusiasm. “If you like.”
"Yay! We can have a whole dinner party. Oh… I'll have to make a cake." She flits around and then runs back upstairs like a giddy child at Christmas. Tillie begins to bark and run behind her. We hear the commotion as they disappear up the stairs.
Julian’s eyes come back to me and he takes my face in his hands. “You’re going to get yourself fucked tonight, Miss Brielle.”
I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him on the lips, sliding my arms underneath his suit coat. “Good. Make it hard, Mr. Masters.”
“Happy Birthday to you,” the table full of people sing loudly.
The birthday candles light up my smiling face. It’s my birthday, and one of the happiest days I have ever had.
Julian woke me up this morning—wearing his sexy suit—with a cup of coffee in his hand for me—a luxury I haven’t had before. The children made me birthday cards, bought me a jumper, and even picked me flowers from the garden.
Tilly chewed up the rug and Maverick fell asleep inside the washing machine. That stupid cat clearly has a death wish.
And now I’m sitting here with Julian, Will, Sammy, Emerson, Frances, and Joseph, watching as they sing happy birthday to me. Will has made a beautiful dinner and the conversation has been fun and light. The table is set perfectly. It feels like everything I have been trying to teach Will has finally paid off.