Beauty and the Billionaire

My eyes meet his in the mirror I’m standing in front of in our condo. Knox is in dark gray slacks with a white buttoned-up shirt. He’s already got his sleeves rolled up, showcasing his tattoos. He knows this look on him drives me crazy. This style perfectly fits his personality. He’s all business until he’s not. He looks professional with a hint of danger lurking underneath. That’s the best way I can describe it.

“I don’t think graduation gowns are all the rage.” He hasn’t even put his on yet. The last four years have flown by. A lot has happened from us going to college, getting married, and my mom actually getting herself together. She was even able to come to our wedding last year. I made a pact to myself to leave the past behind when it came to her and give her a chance.

Knox and I are both graduating today. Knox hadn’t been excited about the idea of college, but Oz did a bit of pushing, telling him that he hoped Knox would follow in his footsteps. Part of that included him going to college. Plus, I was going. And we all know by now that wherever I go, Knox is never far behind.

He really could have been done with college in a few years, but he lingered around to stay with me. He barely had to study to pass all his classes and tests. The man is brilliant like his sister Faith. He ended up double majoring in economics and business. I got my degree in social services. I’m still working a ton for Healing Homes, but I venture out from time to time.

“You could bring them back. It will be a whole new style,” he says as serious as can be.

He wraps his arms around me. “Covering up all the things that belong to me so no one else can see them.” I snort a laugh. Well, that explains why he loves the gown so much. “Though I hate that it hides your belly.” His hand drifts back and forth on my stomach.

When I told Knox I didn’t think it was the best idea to have a baby while we tried to finish school, I didn’t expect him to get me knocked up my senior year of college but later in the year so the baby wouldn’t get here until after graduation. Not that I’m upset about it. I can’t wait to start this new chapter in our lives.

We’ve spent many nights talking about our wants and our desire to build our own family together. I’m twenty-eight weeks along now. We didn’t find out the sex of the baby because it really doesn’t matter. I thought it would be a fun surprise. Faith and Kennedy don’t think it’s fun, but they’re dealing with it.

Knox spins me around to face him. “I want you.” He lifts me off my feet.

“When don’t you want me?” I tease him.

“Never. I’ll always want you.” He grunts, and I realize he really is going to have his way with me right now.

“Knox! Put me down. We’ll be late.” He does put me down but not until he makes it to the bed. “We don’t have time.”

“There is always time to make my wife come with my mouth. Everything else can wait.”

He tries to come down on top of me, but I dodge his grab, laughing. It’s short-lived because he gets me a moment later, pinning me to the bed under him.

“I’ll tie you to this bed if you keep it up,” he warns.

“Yes, please.” A deep rumble comes from inside of him as he takes my mouth. What does he expect when he makes such yummy threats?

He pulls at my clothes until I’m naked in the center of the bed. He takes his time getting me off with his mouth first before he’s thrusting deep inside of me, making me come again.

My body feels so relaxed, and I have to fight not to take a nap. “You don’t want to be late, do you?” His mouth locks around my nipple.

“No.” I sigh. We’ve been together for years now and we still can’t keep our hands off each other. It’s shocking we get anything done.

Knox pulls me from the bed, and we both hurriedly get ready. Both our phones are going off with texts. I’m sure it’s the family wondering where we are.

I take Knox’s hand as we leave the building. “Are you ready for the next chapter of our lives?”

“I’m ready for anything as long as you’re by my side.”

With love, anything is truly possible.

EPILOGUE

KNOX

Many Years Later

“Why don’t you head out already?” my little brother Grant says, glaring at the pen in my hand. The one I’m tapping against my desk over and over again. At the moment we’re sharing an office. It’s easier this way for now. I took him under my wing a few months ago when he graduated college. Doing the same for him as Oz did for me.