Page 69 of Mr. Kelly

“I love when you’re inside of me,” I admit. “You can live there.”

My offer makes him chuckle, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he swivels his hips in a way that he knows will drive me insane. My satisfied scream spurs him on, encouraging him to take what he can from my body.

“I love you so fucking much, wife.”

I never realized I needed to hear it growled at me in the middle of sex, but my body loves it enough to push me into a glorious orgasm despite knowing he’s not done.

“Ditto,” I bite out, because I need my breathing to regulate.

As his hard chest rubs against my back, his fingers now dig into my hip for leverage as he continues to do magical things to my body. His damp hair under my fingertips reminds me he’s real. My husband. It’s still amazing knowing that I’m his wife.

The smellof food has my eyes popping open. A warm, buttery breakfast croissant sandwich with fruit on the side is the first thing I see. My smile is huge as I sit up and grab the plate.

“World's best husband,” I sigh between bites.

He simply winks at me and sips his coffee while he studies me from the chair. The television is on, and the breaking news banner catches my attention. Senator Camper died in his sleep last night after just celebrating his birthday. I feel both relieved and bad for his family, as they didn’t know he was a monster. The news story continues and corrects me almost instantly. Evidence of his involvement in sex trafficking has been found as well. I shudder to imagine where someone with a family and such a public image would have hidden me.

I’m done eating by the time I lock eyes with my husband. I nod, silently asking him what’s on his mind.

“Do we need to buy a new house?”

I frown because his question is surprising, especially with what we just watched. Plus, the location is perfect in relation to how convenient it is for him to get to Andrea’s house and Illicitus. It’s huge, so even if we had more kids, they’ll have their own space.

“Not that I’m aware of, why?”

He puts down his drink and rubs his beard. I’m still amazed how he’s just as sexy fully dressed as he is naked.

“I think it’s time for us to go home so we and Andrea and Delaney can be newlyweds in our own spaces. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

I nod because I understand now. “He picked me up outside, but that doesn’t taint the memory of the house forme. Everything traumatizing happened elsewhere. Theodore confessed that Angelo’s loyalty is the only reason why Luciano is alive. I can respect that, since Angelo helped get me out of there. If he wants to try to rehabilitate his cousin and sober him up, then he should try, but Luciano needs to stay the hell away from me forever.

I climb off the bed, not caring that I’m completely naked, and cup my husband’s cheek.

“I'm fine with our current home, but we can look at other houses if you’d like. I’ll go anywhere you are.”

Teddy cups my hand and kisses my wrist. He stands and pulls me into a hug.

“Okay, let’s go home.”

“Yeah, Andrea is ahead of us in our nursery.”

Teddy laughs at the reminder. Andrea showed my parents the nursery that he’s putting together for our child. I have too many ideas, which is why I’m stalled. He’ll be here soon so it’s now or never.

“I have a bunch of shopping to do,” I admit as my mind starts making checklists.

Teddy pulls me back to him and kisses the top of my head. “We’ll do it together.” His smile is one of my favorite things about him because it must be earned. “But first, we have other business. Our honeymoon.”

My eyes grow as I realize that it has never crossed my mind. Between working and going to school most of my adult life, vacations seemed like unobtainable luxuries.

“Oh my goodness, you’re right! I’ll start price checking...” Teddy laughs and pats my head like I’m adorable.

“Just pick where you want to go, or I can if you’d like me to, and I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry about the cost."

I often have to remind myself that my husband is wealthy. I must admit, that was fucking sexy.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

THEODORE

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