Page 84 of Kiss From A Rose

I was giggling as we drove home.

"I'mnota petty person, but that felt awesome," I declared.

Gray held my hand in his. "I'm sorry I didn't do this before. Should've done it years ago."

"We look forward, yeah?"

"Yeah, babe." He took my hand to his mouth and kissed it. His phone rang then, and he answered it on the car's Bluetooth.

"Holden, you're on speaker. Rose is with me," he warned his brother.

"Man, I'm sorry."

"Yeah," Gray said.

"Rose? You okay?"

"Never better, Holden. Thanks for askin'."

He chuckled. "You look like you've never been better. You both do. Maybe I need to come down to Angel Island. It'll probably be good for my mental health."

"You should bring the kids. They'll love it. Summer is such a fun time, and Gray is buying a boat soon," I gushed.

"Weare buying a boat," Gray corrected me. "Yeah, Holden, you should come."

"Bring Bonnie along," I offered. She was family. I'd never be rid of her, and neither her of me.

"You, Rose, sweetheart, have thebiggestheart," Holden sighed.

After the call ended, Gray glanced at me when we stopped at a red light. "He's right, you know. You have thebiggestheart. But for that, you'd have dumped my sorry ass."

"Sorry, your ass may be, but it’s worth a lot of money," I joked and added something I never imagined I ever would or could, "But since half your fortune is mine, you better be behavin', Mister."

Gray laughed.

"Yeah, Malou,"I thought, smiling, "he loves me."

That evening, I dressed up in clothes I hadn't worn in a long time and had forgotten about at the island where there was never such a need.

I put on a lavender chiffon dress that I knew looked good on me. I even wore some of the jewelry Gray had bought for me in the past. I had thought about going and getting my hair done as I usually used to when we had such parties, but I decided against it. My hair didn't make me a good wife or partner to Gray;I did. So, I let my hair loose around my shoulders and brushed it to a glossy sheen.

"You look a vision," he murmured.

"No kissing," I said coquettishly, "my lipstick will—"

"Fuck if I care."

He kissed me deeply and smeared my lipstick as we both knew he would. He pulled away to look at his handiwork. "I want to see those lips around my cock tonight, babe."

I felt heat rise through me, making me wet. Even after two decades, my man had this ability.

"I can do it now if you want." I was about to slide to my knees, but he held me up.

"No time."

"Spoilsport.” I picked up my bag and grabbed some tissues so I could fix my face since Gray had most deliciously messed up my lipstick.

When we got to the hotel and were just about to step into the ballroom, I clutched Gray's arm. "You won't just leave me all night, will you?"

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