She sits on my desk, her dripping cunt my goddamn prize, and I fill her up in one swift movement, and she gasps, the fullness of me inside her taking her breath away.
Her tits bounce as I take her, her skin soft as I run my hands over her, memorizing this — all of it — like I always do. I take nothing for granted, time is precious, every minute, every hour, every day.
“Oh, Jonah,” she moans. “I’m so close. My pussy is so… so… oh, god,” she moans, her arms around my neck as I thrust myself against her heat.
“I love you,” I tell her as my thick cock releases deep inside her. “I love you so damn much.”
She gasps for breath, her hands on my chest as the orgasm rolls over her. “Good,” she says. “Because…”
“Because what?” I ask. The look in her eyes is one I don’t see very often. Like she has been keeping something from me.
“Because we’re having another baby.”
My eyes widen, and I pick my wife up off the desk and her legs wrap around me. “Seriously?”
She laughs. “Are you shocked?”
“I’m fucking thrilled.”
“I just took the test, that’s why I couldn’t focus… and then I took it and I was thinking about you, and how you’re the hottest baby daddy ever and… well,” she laughs. “It got me all worked up.”
I press my forehead to hers. “God, this is everything, Faith.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Her smile is contagious, my grin is so broad. My heart so fucking full.
I keep her in my lap, sitting down on the couch in my office. I lace my fingers with hers, knowing how much she has been wanting to get pregnant. We tried for several years after Emerson, even did two rounds of IVF. It seemed like its wasn’t meant to be. And we felt that we had more than enough blessings with our two amazing children.
“What are you thinking?” she asks me, my thoughts tracing over our history, our story.
“It’s another miracle, isn’t it?” I say.
She nods, tears in her eyes. “Miracles are always waiting for the open-hearted.”
I kiss her, holding her in my arms. Soft and slow. Choosing to believe that we have forever. And in this moment, time seems to still. I hold my wife, her lips on mine, knowing that we haven’t even seen half of it yet — life has so many more miracles to offer.
And I have faith that love will always see us through.
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Preview
When River orders a wife, he’s hoping she’ll cure his writer’s block.
But when he meets his bride, he knows she’s more than a quick-fix— she’s his muse.
Rose needs a quiet place to record her yoga videos, and a lakeside cabin in the middle of nowhere is better than her L.A. apartment.
Yes, it means she’s a mail-order bride, but Rose isn’t scared of a challenge.
River is handsome and knows how to use his hands. So what if he’s a bit of a recluse?
She’ll take a deep breath and take it one day at a time.
Except someone is after her— and tracking her every move.
She may be his muse—but she needs a hero.
Dear Reader,
River’s more than a mountain man; he’s a romantic at heart.
He’ll make you swoon, sweat, and have you packing your bags to be the next mail-order bride in this series.
xo, frankie
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The Mountain Man’s Muse
About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
Find Frankie here:
www.frankielove.net
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