Page 250 of Nanny and the Beast

He glances down at my hand, where I’m still holding the key. My eyes widen as I look back at the building.

“You’re looking at your future bakery, babe,” he says. “It’s going to be ready by the summer.”

I thought that the diamond and ruby set blew my mind, but I’m completely speechless now.

“Klaus, I can’t believe you did this for me,” I say.

“It’s in a good neighborhood, and it’s only a ten-minute drive from our home,” he says. “Come on, let’s go have a look inside.”

I pull the lapels of my coat tighter around my body as I step out of the car. The sun is a little higher in the sky now, but the chill of the night hasn’t faded yet.

A giant red bow hangs on the front door.

Klaus looks at me.

With trembling hands, I fit the key into the lock. I twist it open to reveal one of the most beautiful cafés I’ve ever seen.

It’s still under construction, but I can see the vision.

There’s a large, open area in the center of the café. The circular glass panel on the ceiling bathes the entire space in natural light.At the front, a long counter is taking shape, their shelves ready to be filled with pastries.

Even though it’s only the skeleton, I’m in awe.

Klaus shows me the spacious kitchen, then points out where everything will be once the construction is complete.

“We’ll have lots of indoor plants brought in,” he says. “And there’s also an outdoor area that will be open in the warmer months. That should be a hit, too.”

I can imagine this place bustling with people. People hanging out with their friends, couples going on first dates, others just coming in to read a book in peace. It’ll be a home away from home. A sanctuary.

“This is the most thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me, Klaus,” I say, looking up at him. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You deserve the world, baby,” he says. “You deserve to have every one of your dreams come true.”

“I kind of feel bad about your Christmas gift now,” I say. “I got you a sweater. A really nice cashmere one, but it’s just a sweater.”

“You’re growing my child inside you,” he says, holding my head in both of his hands. “How can I ever ask for more?”

He doesn’t let me overthink it.

He pulls me toward him, pressing his lips against mine.

“You made my heart come back to life, Emma,” he says against my mouth. “You can’t put a price on something like that.”

“I love you,” I say, pressing my lips harder against his.

“I love you, too,” he says, tugging the hairband out of my hair so he can fist my curls in the way that he likes.

I slip my tongue into his mouth. A thrill travels down my spine when I feel him hard and ready against my belly.

“Maybe I can show my appreciation in other ways,” I say, sliding down to my knees.

He groans at the sight of me on my knees. I remove my coat, letting it drop to the floor. I undo the first couple of buttons of my blouse before unzipping his pants.

His cock is thick and heavy in my hand, pulsing with need.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me,” he says, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. He makes me suck on his thumb, just like he did this morning. And then he replaces it with the head of his cock.

I was inexperienced when I first met him, but I’m starting to learn what my husband likes.

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