Page 80 of If You Give a Billionaire a Bride

“I think you have a possessive streak,” I say playfully.

“Only with you,” he replies before he gives me another kiss that steals my breath.

After he releases me, he heads over to the closest wall and pushes a silver button in the corner.

Seconds later, April opens the door. “Is everything alright?” she asks, glancing around the room. If she overheard anything that just happened, she keeps it to herself.

“Yes, great.” Cash flashes me a mischievous smile. “We’ll take everything you pulled. I’d like it all delivered to my apartment.”

My mouth gapes open, and when I look over, April blinks in disbelief, as if doubting she heard him right, until Cash hands her his black card.

“Yes, of course,” she exclaims, accepting the card. “I’ll start ringing these up right away.” She rushes out, leaving the door open behind her.

“Cash, what are you doing?” I whisper. “The heels I have on are more than enough. There’s no way you’re buying me all these shoes. It’ll cost a fortune.”

“Clearly you don’t know how to be spoiled. Don’t worry, I’ll show you how it’s done, wifey.” He winks.

His statement causes a frenzy of butterflies to swarm in my stomach as another one of my defenses crumbles.

22

CASH

THE PAST TWO WEEKS HAVEflown by. Everly and I have spent most of our free time together, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

She asked to join me in the gym today, and now I’m regretting saying yes because I’m having a hell of a time concentrating.

I use every ounce of willpower to stay focused while running on the treadmill. Unfortunately, it’s impossible when she decides that the section on the mat a few feet in front of me is the perfect spot for yoga.

Everly’s dressed in tight black yoga pants that showcase her perfect ass and toned legs. Her neon green sports bra does nothing to hide her pebbled nipples, and she’s barefoot, her red-painted toes matching her fingernails.

I push a loose strand of hair back under my hat as I watch Everly bend forward into a downward dog pose. She has herbackside turned toward me, giving me the perfect view of her ass. My cock strains against my shorts, eager to play.

It’s a damn good thing I have a private gym because there’s no chance in hell I would allow another man to see her like this. She’s mine.

In the past two weeks, she’s been insatiable. We’ve fucked on every surface of the apartment and once in the stairwell when we couldn’t wait to get up the last flight of stairs.

Sex used to be a fleeting thing—a single night of untold pleasure. Anyone I took to bed knew my terms—no strings attached and no misconceptions of a commitment. Not because I didn’t care for the women I’ve been with but because I refused to give anyone the chance to break my heart.

With Everly things are different, and not just because we’re married. She’s given me a renewed sense of purpose, something that has long been absent in my life.

She peers at me through the gap between her legs, a smile on her lips.

Fuck, I love that smile.

“Enjoying the view?” she calls out in a sultry tone.

“What do you think?”

She releases from her position, lowering herself to the ground. I’m riveted as she lies on her back with her knees bent and her hips and breasts lifted toward the ceiling in a bridge pose.

I slam the stop button on the treadmill and snatch the towel draped over the handrail, unwilling to watch from a distance for another second.

She raises a brow. “Yes?”

“I think you need some help with your posture.” My voice comes out husky as I dab away the sweat dripping down my forehead and toss the towel into the nearby bin.

Everly gazes up at me with an impish smile as I cross to her. “And you think you can help me fix it, Stafford?” She keeps her hands at her sides.

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