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I fucked her until I couldn’t breathe.
I left bruises on her ass when I held onto her.
I held her wrists above her head as I reared up and watched as I took her so hard that her tits jiggled and the bed jolted with my movements.
“Fuck,” I growled. “You feel so good.”
She squeezed me tight with her inner muscles, and I came.
Without her.
When I could think again, I pulled away and said, “I swear to Christ that’s not how the rest of our life will go.”
She winked. “Don’t worry, I fully expect you to make up for it in a few minutes.”
“You’re on.”
You know what? I’m just gonna say it. Sharks just aren’t eating enough people.
—Pepper’s secret thoughts
PEPPER
“Are you sure?”
I looked at the billionaire who’d offered me the world and nodded.
He was the only one I’d told of my plans, mostly because he was the one who was affected the most.
“I truly appreciate your thoughtful offer,” I promised. “But here’s the thing, I can’t do what I love while also working as hard as I think I’m going to be expected to work for you.”
“I don’t expect…” he started, but I was already shaking my head.
“It’s not that,” I hurriedly continued. “I don’t think that you would force me to. I think that I would feel like I owed it to you, and… I’m a perfectionist. I would want to give you that, and I’m not going to make myself do that. Plus… I have a job that I adore. I work with my soon to be sister-in-law. I can take time off when I want. I can work on my wigs when I have free time. And to be honest, I’ve got everything I need.”
i.e., I didn’t need his money, nor did I want it.
He smiled then. “I guess that’s a good thing. It’s a weird feeling to have someone turning down your money.”
I flashed him a grin. “If you want another way to spend your money, one that’s just as good…”
I then let him know about Garnett’s new initiative.
After the call, I texted Garnett to expect a call from him, and she texted back with: OMG.
Heading out of the small apartment above the bakery where I’d taken the call, I drove to Dallas.
I made it to the station just in time for the daycare’s bus to pull to a stop in front of the station.
I had to laugh at the number of Carters out there waiting for Forest to get dropped off.
Pulling over at the mouth of the west entrance, I put it in park and watched.
All the Carters moved forward as soon as Forest appeared on the top of the bus steps.
The daycare let out at two-fifteen every day.
It was a Montessori school that started at eight in the morning, and when they were done with school, they dropped every single child off at their homes—or offices in Forest’s case.
