Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

My soul shattered, the climax carrying me away until I was nothing more than a billion blissful fragments. I cried out his name, and at the same time, he cursed and roared mine.

We didn’t move for some time. I wanted to turn and face him, to see his beautiful stormy eyes, but neither of us was ready to bear the loss of our physical connection. I reached over my shoulder to touch his face. He did the same to me, pulling my lips to his.

I was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the intensity of the feelings consuming my heart. “No words, Will,” was all that I could manage.

Will dropped his pajama bottoms on the floor and climbed back into bed after letting Mrs. Bates into our suite with breakfast. He handed me a cup of coffee from the tray and placed a small gift box on the pillow between us.

I took a sip. “What’s this? We agreed on Christmas gifts for children only.”

“We did. This is a wedding gift.”

“We said no wedding gifts, Will. And then you gave me the car.”

“And now I’m giving you this.”

“I’m not accepting it.” I nudged the box closer to him with one finger.

He set it back on my side of the pillow and picked up his coffee.

I lifted onto my knees and reached for a slice of toast and a piece of bacon. He drew circles on my ass as I leaned over him to get the food. I glared over my shoulder.

“Open the goddamned box, Elle.”

“Or what?” I sat back on my side of the bed and bit into the toast.

“Lean over my lap again that way, and I might smack your arse.”

“Promises, promises,” I said. “Wait—did you just draw a bull’s-eye on my backside?”

My husband grinned. “I did. You’ll open the box now.”

We both laughed, and then I dropped my head onto his shoulder with a sigh.

“I want the right to return whatever it is or donate its worth to a charity if I choose to.”

He offered the box to me on the palm of his hand. “You won’t do that, but I’ll make you the deal if it pleases you.”

“Deal.” I grabbed the little package and removed the lid. Inside was a set of keys tied together with a red ribbon. I squeezed my lids shut for a moment as the now-familiar anxiety flooded through me. I’d never felt at home until Eastridge, and I didn’t want to lose that. “You bought a house.”

“We need a home in London.”

I nodded, then climbed onto his lap and pressed my forehead to his. “Okay,” I breathed.

After kissing the tip of my nose, he pulled back and smiled. “We’ve got this, Elle.”

At that moment, in his blue eyes, in that seductive smile, I saw everything I had ever wanted. A second house couldn’t change that.

Will was my home.

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