Stolen Heart (Bride of the Billionaire)

But here we are at five years and still going strong. In fact, we’re going so strong that we’re planning on having a baby soon.

I wanted her to have a chance to establish her career before getting pregnant. But now that people know her name, they’re coming to her and she can decide where to put her energy.

And me? I’m still working, but not as much. I have billions, do I really need more of them? Not when I have a gorgeous wife waiting for me at home. Last night we had a private meal on the back deck of our Hamptons house, watched the sunset, went upstairs and made love, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up this morning to her moaning while she played with her cute little pussy while giving me the best head of my life.

She’s the definition of sexy.

I simply can’t get enough of her.

I’ve started wearing loose sweats around the house to make room for all the hard-ons I get when I see her. And she’s always switching things up to excite me, whether it’s a new set of heels, some lingerie, or just something simple that she’s done with her hair. Sometimes I wonder if I’m going to realize I’m dreaming and wake up.

The show is nearing its close, and Amory flashes her eyes in my direction. That’s our little signal for me to come and save her. I go over to her, and when I reach her, I realize she’s being hit on by some young gun describing himself as an “influencer” and trying to impress her with his “online reach.”

In reality, he’s just hitting on her, and I wonder who the hell let him in.

“Hey, pal. Can you give me a second with my wife?” My stare lets him know he needs to back off, which he does quickly, practically bowing as he backs away.

Yeah. That’s right.

“Thank you,” Amory whispers. “I thought I was going to die if I had to listen to any more of that.”

“There’s always one,” I reply. “He shouldn’t have even been let in. I’ll talk to the gallery owner and make sure it doesn’t happen again. How’d the rest of the show go?”

Her eyes light up. “Three sales and two commissions. Big commissions. The wife of a celebrity actually.”

“R

eally?” I ask. “Which celebrity?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She winks.

“You better watch that sass, missy, or I’ll have to punish you when we get home.”

“Is that right?” she asks, turning into me and pressing her firm ass against my cock. “Are you saying I’ve been bad?”

I try my best not to growl or get too hard. We are in public, after all. But she doesn’t make it easy on me as she subtly grinds on me, the thin fabric of her black dress letting me know she’s not wearing any panties underneath.

Christ. I’m like a horny teenager around her.

I glance behind me and snap to my driver to pull the car up. “It’s time to go.”

“Oh? What’s gotten you all excited?”

“You know damn well,” I growl into her ear as I take her by the arm and lead her to the door. Susan, the woman running the show, calls out for applause, and as we make our exit, the whole crowd claps for her.

“Shouldn’t I say something?” Amory asks as I pull her into the car.

“Rock star’s exit,” I reply as my hand goes up her dress. She’s already wet for me, and I’ve got something for her too. “And rock star’s ride home.”

Amory’s eyes hood as she looks at me. “What’s a rock star’s ride home?”

I lift her skirt above her hips and unzip my pants. “I’ll show you.”

My wife’s head tilts back as I spread her legs and slide inside. I grunt as I drive it home and give her everything I have to give.

“God, I love you,” she moans into my ear.