Page 109 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

“Don’t get used to it,” he said drily. “You know I’m likely to piss you off.”

I shrugged. “Maybe you will occasionally because you’re bullheaded sometimes, but you’ll eventually compromise.”

“I’d still like to lock you up in the house,” he said, sounding like he was only half joking. “I meant what I said, sweetheart. I think you took twenty years off my life when you were kidnapped by a serial killer.” He reached up and touched the small scar on my face. “Are you sure that you’re okay.”

I beamed at him. “Never been better. The man I love asked me to marry him today.”

Right now, I felt like I could fly.

It wasn’t too soon for me.

I knew what I wanted.

And he was right in front of me, completely naked.

“And exactly how long is that man going to have to suffer before we set a wedding date?” he asked as he flopped back on the pillow and pulled me down until I was sprawled on top of him.

I was so happy that I just shrugged. “I’m not really picky about the wedding. I don’t need something horribly formal.”

I’d been married once, and that marriage had meant nothing. I couldn’t care less how I married the right guy.

“You’re not getting out of having the wedding you deserve,” Wyatt drawled.

“We’ll work on it together,” I promised him.

“We’re doing the honeymoon of your dreams, too,” he warned me.

I could live with that. I didn’t really care where we went. I’d already have the groom I wanted. “There’s so many places I’d love to go.”

“Then we’ll do an extended honeymoon,” he said obligingly.

Was there anything this man wouldn’t do to make me happy?

Having been married to a total jerk, I could appreciate the fact that I’d gotten so damn lucky this time.

I’d found a love that I’d always hoped for but never thought I’d actually find.

“What can I do to make you happy?” I murmured as I lowered my forehead to his. “You’ve done so much for me.”

He flipped our bodies over until he was above me, trapping my body beneath his.

“Keep on loving me?” he asked hopefully. “And make sure I get to keep all of the cookies next time.”

I snorted as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Are you always going to be this greedy about my cookies.”

“Yes,” he said, deadpan. “I’m always going to be an asshole and completely greedy and selfish when it comes to you. Even about your cooking or baking. Get used to it.”

I laughed and pulled him closer. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to show me how greedy and selfish you can be right now.”

“I plan on it,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I sighed against his lips as he kissed me.

Sometimes a little bit of greediness wasn’t a horrible thing at all.

Wyatt

Six Months Later...

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