Page 108 of Beauty and the Billionaire Bad*ss

I thought about what Wes had put himself through to get that ring. The lies, the deceit, the injections. The center stone was smooth under my fingertips.

“How upset are you that we’re not in Miami for the game tonight?” I looked into his green eyes, knowing I’d be able to read anything that wasn’t the full truth.

His fingers laced through the back of my head. “I’m not giving up on another Super Bowl. But, this wasn’t the season.”

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sp; I twisted my lips together. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“We made it to the playoffs. Besides, I get to watch the game with you tonight.”

I studied the crease in his brow. I knew I was pushing him. He was upset he wasn’t there. He wanted to defend his championship status. More than anything I think he wanted to prove to both of us he could win without cheating.

But I had come to realize that over the past year. Wes was the kind of man who wanted to win, but something he had changed. The first time he held Charlotte I could see it. He wanted to be a different kind of man. He wanted to be a father she could be proud of. She was his chance to start a new chapter in his life. One that included honesty.

“What time are your parents coming over for the game?” I asked.

It was my idea to invite them. We spent every Sunday together in Wes’s box. It seemed fitting we would watch the Super Bowl together. They couldn’t get enough of Charlotte.

Wes looked at his watch. “We still have two hours.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And the baby’s asleep.”

I was exhausted to the deepest parts of my bones. My muscles were weary. I could barely keep my eyes open. But with one look Wes had awakened every nerve in my body. The hammering in my chest made my breathing quicken.

“But you have to be very quiet, Doc.” He pressed a finger to my lips.

I nodded. “I can do that.”

“Are you sure?” He smiled wickedly. “Because I don’t plan on gentle fucking.”

My knees shook, and there was a quivering in my core that was already spiraling. Yes, that’s what I needed. I needed him to take me to bed and remind me I was his. That despite the whirlwind we had been swept up in this past year, I was still his.

“God, yes,” I whispered in his ear.

He lifted me from the couch as his mouth descended on my lips. I sucked greedily, wanting him to know that I wanted everything he could give me.

He laid me on the bed, stripping my jeans over my hips. His eyes flickered with lust.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

I sighed as he peeled the lacy panties off next. I quickly wiggled out of my Wranglers T-shirt.

He planted his hands on either side of me. I looked from one hand to the next. The Super Bowl ring dominated his right hand, but on the left was a simple gold band. A band I had slipped on his finger a year ago.

Everything between us had been unconventional. My patient had become my lover. My lover had become the man who helped me discover there was more to me than medicine. And then I got pregnant.

After Wes won the Super Bowl in San Diego there wasn’t hesitation. I wanted to raise our baby together as a family. When he asked me to marry him, I knew we both wanted the same things. We wanted a life together. A life we could spend balancing each other out. A life we could spend making each other happy. A life that would be filled with this kind of unquenchable passion.

I looked up at my husband. The man who had made me question everything, and yet at the same time realize that all we needed was to trust each other.

I heard his zipper and I smiled. “Say it, Doc.”

I stretched my arms overhead, feeling the desire wash over me. “Make me yours.”

“Always mine,” he growled.

I bucked off the bed as he pushed inside me. Our bodies knew what to do. We had memorized each other. But as Wes rocked into me and my orgasm peaked, I whispered all the dirty things he wanted to hear. And he fucked me the way I wanted. Like the woman he had fallen in love with.

I stepped out of the shower, the droplets sliding over my body. What I wanted to do was curl up under the covers and sleep for ten hours. But Bud and Gloria would be here any minute for the game.

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