Page 101 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"It'll be fine. We'll just give her pizza, and she can play with Bruno." He chuckles. "Plus, I'm sure he's not going to stay that long."

"Really?"

"Really. Anyway, let's not talk about them. Let's talk about us and how excited I am for our trip to Paris tomorrow."

"I know. I'm excited, as well."

"I'm sorry it wasn't our first official date, though."

"It's fine. It's the anniversary of our first official date." I grin at him. "And that's special enough for me."

"I'm glad," he says, "because maybe something special is going to happen when we're there."

"What, Wes?"

"I'm not going to tell you, my sugar pie honey bunch." He kisses me on the lips again. "Just know that I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I love you, too, darling. You know I do, right?"

"I know." He grins at me. "I mean, I'd know even more if we made love right now, but?—"

The doorbell rings then, and he groans. "Whoever that is, I'm going to kill them," he says with a laugh.

"Saved by the bell," I say, giggling. "But don't worry…" I reach down and squeeze his cock.

"It's already hard."

I laugh lightly.

" I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Promise?"

"I promise, my darling. Tonight and every night, I'm yours.”

Epilogue

Wes

“So, am I ever gonna hear this first episode?” I ask Sabrina as she scribbles furious notes in her yellow legal writing pad. She’s hard at work listening to and revising the first episode of the podcast and I’m eager to hear it.

She looks up at me, a wry smile on her face as she shakes her head. “We’re not ready to share anything with you yet. We want the first episode to be perfect before we let you listen.”

“I don’t think it needs to be perfect,” I say, walking over to her. I stop next to her and give her the smile that has closed millions of dollars in deals for me, but she just rolls her eyes. I attempt to peek down at the pad, but she holds her hand up and glares at me. “Do not even attempt to see what I’m writing and do not even attempt to press play on the recording.” I shrug as my eyes move away from the digital recorder on the design next to her. “I know you Wes.”

“Come on.” I say, giving her a warm smile. “Just a teensy weensy listen.”

“No, Wes. You know Erica would kill me if I let you listen to it before it was perfect.”

“Well, I don’t want her to do that.” I say with a half-smile. “I kinda care what happens to you.”

“Kinda?”

“Come here,” I open my arms up and usher her to me. Sometimes I just want to hold her. Holding her next to me is a feeling that I will never get over. I watch as she stands up and walks over to me, her hips sashaying gently. She looks up at me with wide eyes, “I love you. You know that.”I pull her into my arms, my heart racing as she stares at me.

“I love you, too. More than anything in this whole world.” She leans closer to me, and I wrap my arms around her waist, bringing her in towards my body. “Shall I tell you how many ways I love you?” I say, pressing my lips against hers.

“Not if that’s your way of telling me that you want to make love right now.” She says, giggling softly as she touches the side of my face. “You know, I’m working right now, Wes. I don’t have time to pleasure you or myself.”

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