Page 103 of If You Give a Billionaire a Bride

When she lets out a long sigh of contentment, I toss the device on the nightstand and remove Everly’s blindfold. She blinks up at me.

“Are you alright?”

“We can play like that anytime you’d like,” she says, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Oh, we’re not done yet. I haven’t fucked that perfect pussy yet.”

I line myself up at her entrance and guide myself inside. My gaze remains locked on her, pausing once I’m fully seated.

“You’re mine, Ev,” I say as I caress her cheek.

“And you’re mine,” she says in a breathless whisper as she places her hands on my shoulders.

Her declaration of ownership means everything to me, spurring me on to shower her with ecstasy. I move in a steady rhythm, and she meets me thrust for thrust.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

She responds with a loud moan as I pick up my pace, moving in time with our matching heartbeats.

I abruptly pull out, causing her to whine in displeasure. “Flip over and get on your hands and knees.”

Everly’s eyes grow large before she scrambles to get in position. This part wasn’t planned, but the first scene we read from the lumberjack romance was rather inspiring.

I grab two pillows and position them underneath her stomach to prop her up so her ass is in the air. Within seconds, I’m sliding back inside her cunt, taking her from behind.

From this angle, I’m able to go deeper, and she groans with every thrust. I move my hands to her front, one cupping her breast and the other rubbing her clit at the same feverish pace as I’m fucking her.

I drop my head against her shoulder, putting all my energy into driving home. She shudders beneath me, and I shout her name as we finish together.

“Such a good wife,” I whisper, stroking her spine.

I shove the pillows out of the way and flip her so she’s on her back. She looks up at me with her beautiful brown eyes, and I pull her into my embrace, neither of us ready to move.

“Are you okay?” I pepper kisses along her forehead. “Was that too much?”

“Let’s do that every day,” she says with a sated smile.

I kiss her, savoring the sweet taste. “Anything you wish, Ev.”

I mean it. I’ll do anything for her. All she has to do is ask.

28

EVERLY

CAN YOU ENVISION A LIFEwithout me? If the answer is yes, I’ll let you go when the time comes. It will break me, but I’ll do it for your happiness.

Since Cash uttered those words a few days ago, they’ve haunted me day and night. From the moment he stepped back into my life, he’s made me his top priority. And how did I repay him when he laid all his cards on the table? By gaping at him like a fish out of water.

Cash is the kind of man every woman wishes she had. He would go to great lengths to protect me, is attentive to my every need, and has a gift for making me feel cherished and adored.

But that doesn’t take away the shadow of doubt that this could all be an illusion. What if he wakes up one day and decides he doesn’t want me anymore? Worst yet, what if I confess myfeelings, only to discover later that our goals and aspirations don’t align?

When things fell apart with Landon, I was left shattered and broken; losing Cash would devastate me beyond repair.

He hasn’t brought up our conversation about the future again. I can only assume he’s waiting for me to give him an answer when I’m ready.

What if I never am? Destined to be stuck in a perpetual state of unrest, too afraid to admit my love for the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

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