Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

She sighed. “I’m terrible at this. I’m here because I love you and am asking you for another chance.”

“What about how you’ll be fifty-three when I’m forty?” I said.

She swallowed. “My worry over the age is that you’ll leave me, Tucker. I’ll be happy as long as you’re with me.”

“I wish I could make you understand that this is a done deal for me. It has been since the beginning. I’m yours Holly. But I can’t take any more of your pushing me away. You’re in or you're out. No more back and forth.”

“I’m in.” She moved toward me but didn’t touch me. “All in. Tell me what I need to do to prove it to you.”

“Be honest. That’s all I need.”

“I love you. My sweet, sweet Tucker. I love you.”

The tightness in my chest finally loosened and I reached for her. “I love you so fucking much Holly.” I pulled her to me and held her close. “Don’t ever rip my heart out again.”

“I promise I won’t.”

I looked down at her and cupped her face in my hands. “I won’t leave you. EVER.”

“I believe you.”

I knew people well enough to know that she’d still have moments of doubt. People would probably talk. I’d do or say something that made her pause. But I could deal with that as long as she didn’t push me away. As long as she told me the truth when she felt concern, and I’d do everything in my power to reassure her.

“Is this where we kiss and make up?” I asked, finally smiling and feeling like it came from my soul.

“I hope so. You’re not a boy toy and this isn’t just about sex, Tucker, but you’re very good at it and I like it.”

I laughed. “It helps to have a sexy, willing, responsive partner.”

“I never knew it could be so much. So exciting and intense and joyful.”

“That’s the love, baby. Now, we can do this here. I’ve got a fairly sturdy table over there. Or we could take this to my bedroom, which has a bed and is close to the shower. I figure between those two, we could have an entire afternoon of O’s.”

She smiled and it fucking lit up my soul. “I want to do it all. Starting in the bedroom.”

I scooped her up in my arms and she let out a whoop. “Tucker…you might drop me.”

“I watched Mo carry Brooke out of here last night. He had such love for her and her for him. I was so jealous. So, give me this little fantasy of sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to bed.”

She looped her arms around my neck. “Whatever you want. I want that too.”

I brought her to my room, laying her on my bed, and looking down on her. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Her cheeks flushed. “You make me feel beautiful.” She reached her arms up to me.

I eagerly went to her, needing to feel her body against mine, my lips consuming hers, our souls joining.

We undressed without fervor, and yet, quickly until she was under me. I pinned her arms over her head and kissed her with all the love I had for her.

“Tell me again,” I murmured against her lips.

“I love you.”

I moaned and settled my hips between her thighs. “Music to my ears.”

“I need you, Tucker. Please.” Her body arched.

She was ready so soon and it told me that she needed this as much as I did. Not just the sexual satisfaction, but the need to join together to fill the final bits of emptiness.