Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Her struggles ceased, her gaze flying to him.
Damen’s handsome face was serious, but his lips were curved just the slightest bit. It was the kind of smile she knew he only reserved for her, a smile where he completely shed his cold ruthless persona as a corporate tycoon and became her Greek love, her Damen.
“I love you, love you, love you, matakia mou.”
Everything inside her crumbled, and she threw herself at him. “I love you!”
Damen caught her readily with a laugh, having already guessed how his wife would react. She was, in many ways, unpredictable but when it came to love—-
He knew her better than anyone else, better even than her aunts, the pair who had raised Mairi on fairy tales derived not from Hans Christian Andersen but instead from Harlequin paperbacks about Greek billionaires finding love with ordinary girls.
All her life, his Mairi had grown up believing she, too, would fall in love with her own Greek billionaire because it was her destiny. His Mairi was the kind of girl who would never stop wearing rose-colored glasses. And he wanted, needed...loved her that way.
Sweeping his wife up in his arms, he said, “I’d make love to you right now if I didn’t think I’d make you late. And you don’t want that, do you?”
Tightening her arms around his neck, she shook her head, unable to speak because she was just so in love with him.
Damen carried her all the way into their walk-in closet, lowering her only when they had reached the velvet ottoman in the corner. Taking a seat, she watched him with reddening cheeks as he rummaged in her drawer for lingerie. “Y-you’re dressing me?”
Damen nodded. Not looking at her, busy perusing her clothes, he murmured, “I thought if I dressed you up, you’d have more confidence to go to work later.” He pulled out the dress he thought best fit his wife. Glancing back at her, he asked with a raised eyebrow, “Am I not right, matakia mou?”
God, he was so beautiful when he looked at her like that. It rendered her speechless, making Mairi able to only nod. Yes. You. Totally. Right.
When he returned to her side, she allowed him to dress her like a doll. Her breath caught as his lips curved in a wicked smile, and she couldn’t help leaning towards him when he slowly ran her panties up her thighs.
“Pervert!” She glared down at him even as she could feel her body weakening with desire.
Damen was on his knees, placing him on eye-level with her belly. He grinned up at her in response just before moving forward and nipping her silk-covered clit.
Her knees buckled, and she had to clutch his shoulders. “Damen,” she pleaded, looking down at her husband. She mumbled, “I don’t want to go to work with wet underwear.”
The words made him stiffen, the image it evoked in his mind making him feel insanely possessive. He got to his feet and kissed her softly in apology. “Sorry,” he said gruffly. “I’ll behave now. I wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re wet for another man either.”
In minutes, he had her dressed in a semi-tight V-necked peasant blouse, a dark blue box-pleated skirt, and two-inch Mary Janes. The combination made Mairi snap her head towards him in surprise. “Really?”
“Trust me. This will make sure your students will listen to you.” Damen meant it, but he didn’t bother explaining why. The way she looked so innocent right now, anyone who dared disrespect her was sure to feel like the world’s worst bully.
Mairi nodded, knowing that her husband always had her best interests at heart. “Thank you.”
A smile had lit up her face, making her look so hot and pretty it was all he could do not to haul her towards him and kiss her. Only the thought that he would end up leaving her with kiss-swollen lips stopped him. No way in fuck would he allow her to look like a sex goddess in front of testosterone-influenced college boys.
Striving for control and cursing himself for agreeing to let his wife work, Damen held out a hand. “Shall we go?”
Taking it, Mairi smiled up at him in surprised pleasure. “You’re going to drive me to work?”
He rolled his eyes. “You truly thought I’d let you go alone?”
Inside the car, she asked, “Why did you come back?”
“Because your text was weird.”
She gaped. “It was?”
Maneuvering the car for a U-turn, he slanted a look towards his wife. “You keep forgetting, matakia mou. I know you. I know when you’re hiding something from me.”
Five minutes later, they arrived at her workplace – Christopoulos University. As he slowed down, he muttered darkly, “You’ll be the hottest English teacher they ever set their sights on.”
She shook her head. “You’re exaggerating.” She hesitated then impulsively leaned towards Damen, placing a surprising kiss on his mouth. “Thank you for driving me to work.” She flashed him a thumbs-up sign. “Made my confidence level 100x higher.”