Page 62 of No Redemption


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“Who?”

“You, darling. You.”

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“Are you ready for your first surprise?”

“First? There’s more than one?”

“There’s more than one,” he repeats, shifting gears with the paddles on his Ferrari. “This one is a complete gamble on my part though, so I hope you like it.”

We’ve been back in Chicago for two days after our lengthy honeymoon. For as much as I didn’t want it to end, I’m also glad to be back home.

We make our way out of the city, heading toward the north shore. It feels like a different world out here, the loud sounds and hustle and bustle of the city a distant memory.

“We’re here?” I ask when he pulls the car down a small road and puts it into park.

“We are.” He climbs out of the car, coming around to help me out. He takes my hand, walking me carefully around the car and then stands behind me. “How would you feel about building your dream home on this property?”

I stare out over the large piece of property that seems to stretch endlessly. I immediately imagine my life here, a beautiful house with outdoor space where our children can run and play while we sit outside and watch them. I imagine thousands of Christmas lights twinkling against the snow as the windows glow with the light of love and happiness.

“Sweetheart?” Mads tilts his head to look down at me, tears streaming down my face. “Oh, baby, it’s okay. We don’t have to live here. I just thought—”

“I love it,” I interrupt him. “I love it. I want to live here.” I spin around in his arms. “I want to build our home here, watch our children grow up here, and I want to grow old with you here.”

“Are you sure?” I nod my head. “I know that your first choice isn’t to live downtown in my penthouse. We can keep it since it’s closer to our offices, but I want a place that you love, a place that makes you want to nest and make a home. A place where you know you’ll always be safe.”

“Thank you.” I place my hands over his heart. “My first home is here where I already know that I will always be safe and loved.”

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MADS

“That one,” I say to the lady who’s holding up two different dresses in front of me. I chose the black dress that I know will cling to Emery’s body. There’s a sheer panel that runs down one side, stopping when it meets a thigh-high slit. The slim cut of the dress and the low neckline will accentuate her delicate shoulders and ample cleavage.

“And did you want me to find anything else?” She smiles as she places it on the rack.

“Lingerie, preferably black lace, barely there.”

“Of course, sir. Right this way.” She blushes slightly, ushering for me to follow her through the store. “I must say, we were very excited to get your call. I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of having you in the store, Mr. Bishop.”

“Yes, well, I never had an occasion until now.”

“Oh, celebrating anything particular?”

I smile, tempted to tell her that I had a secret sex den built specifically for my wife to experiment with all her kinkiest desires and tonight I’m surprising her with it. “Newly married,” I say instead.

“Wonderful, congratulations.” We round a corner, the room transforming into a sexy department dripping with silk and pearls. “This is our lingerie department. Let me pull a few pieces for you to look at.”

I run my fingers over the material of the items she brings out, sifting them through my fingertips, imagining them against Emery’s soft skin. “All of them,” I say, unwilling to decide.

“Perfect,” she purrs. “Now will you want these items gift wrapped?”

“Yes, and please have them delivered here.” I slide across a business card. “Address them to Tilly; she’ll be expecting them. Also, can you please have this note delivered with it?”

Once I pay and head out of the store, I give Tilly a call.

“Hey, Tilly, it’s Mads. The store clerk said the items will be delivered within the hour. Could you arrange them on the bed along with the note that will be accompanying them?” Emery has no idea what’s going to happen tonight. I just told her in the note to wear the dress, one of the lingerie sets, and to be ready by seven p.m. when I’ll pick her up.

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