Page 27 of The Billionaire's Obsession

I screamed so hard when I came my throat hurt. I wasn’t a loud person. I wasn’t an out-of-control person. But in Cole’s arms, it seemed I was.

I contracted all around him, my world caving in and expanding all at the same time. Pleasure rolled through me in waves. I was dimly aware of him losing his head, his rhythm failing. He went rigid against me, and I wished I could feel him coming inside me. Maybe I should go on the pill if I had the chance of having this every night?

He pulled me down to his chest, his spent cock still hard and buried inside me. He kissed my forehead as I twitched with pleasure.

His hand stroking down my hair was the most comforting, precious feeling in the world. I felt safe and cherished. I didn’t feel alone. The last few days of distance from this man had felt like torture. Sure, I’d stood up for myself, but in the end, hadn’t I just been scared? Scared of relying on someone who might not love me as much as I loved them.

I heard the dim sounds of him pulling open the bedside drawer. Then he was picking my hand up off his chest and fiddling with my finger.

I lifted my head to look at the engagement ring on my finger. It was beautiful, catching the light in just the right way to dazzle me.

“Lift your head, sweetheart.”

I turned to look at him. He fastened a shining chain around my neck with a pretty little locket.

“Your ring fits in there, nice and safely, for when you’re sculpting.”

Tears clutched at my throat at his thoughtfulness. I stared at the man who had entered my life like a whirlwind and blown down all the walls I’d carefully built.

“You’re taking a sledgehammer to my rules, Cole Preston. While you’re blowing up my life, you must be doing the same to your own.”

“No, because I didn’t have a life before you, Riley. My happiness starts and stops with you.”

“That’s not healthy. It’s too much pressure.”

“Let’s get married and have at least five kids then. That’ll spread the load,”

“Cole!” My swat at his chest was intercepted. He kissed the back of my hand, distracting me.

“You seriously want to get married after knowing each other a few weeks? That’s impossible!”

“Not for me. I want to spend my life with you, Riley, and I knew that from the night we met. Tell me you don’t feel the same way?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but there were no words to be found. He was right, crazy or not, he was right.

He grinned as I snapped my mouth shut without disagreeing.

“Now, let’s get you in the shower to clean up. I need to fuck my soon to be wife against the wall in there.”

“Cole! Stop,” I admonished him.

He laughed and pulled me up into his arms.

“Never.”

Epilogue

2 YEARS LATER

Cole

The sun rose hazily over the horizon, drenching the rolling hills with gold. Lavender and rosemary, a hint of jasmine, met me as I settled into the wicker chair I preferred, and sipped my hazelnut roast coffee.

Curls of steam escaped over my hand, as I heard the sound of shuffling steps.

“Harvest starting today,” Uncle Charlie said, appearing at my elbow, Joe the dog silently faithful at his side. He lowered himself into the chair next to mine.

“I can’t wait. Riley’s putting on a huge lunch for the local helpers, and workers and their families. Everyone she can find.”

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