Chapters (42)
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter 32
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- This Is Forever
- Tempt The Hookup
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
“It’s nice outside. Do you want to sit outside?” he asks, and I look out the window and see the sun’s out. He holds out his hand, and I take it, walking with him outside, and he’s right; it is nice. There is no wind, and the sun is shining. “Let’s sit on that couch.” He points at the couch on the other side, and I walk with him, wearing my robe he got me.
“It’s a really nice day,” I say, going to sit down, but he pulls me down on him instead. His arms go around my waist, and he buries his face in my neck, and he fits perfectly. “We should go for a walk,” I tell him, and he just hums. “In Central Park.”
“That sounds good,” he says, and then he turns to me. “Want to have a picnic there?”
“Yes,” I say with a smile. “That sounds like fun.” I finish my coffee, walking inside and heading to the bath while he orders us a picnic basket. “I have to go to my place and get some comfy clothes,” I tell him, starting the water and getting in.
“Or you can pack a bag and leave stuff here?” he says, and I smile at him. “Just a thought.”
“I’ll keep it in mind,” I tell him as the hot water pours around me. “You can look all you want, Markos, but your cock is on hiatus until Monday.”
“That’s three days.” He gasps, then shrugs. “We can do other things.”
“Yeah, like what?” I ask him, almost glaring.
“Better if I show you.” He winks at me, and I suddenly want to stay in today and make him show me.
Chapter Eighteen
Mark
“I’m pulling up right now, Vivienne,” I say into the phone. “Do you want me to come up and help you?”
“No,” she says, out of breath. “I’m in the lobby.” I get out of the truck and look at her walking toward me. Her smile is huge when she sees me. She’s wearing jeans and a white shirt with a cream-colored jacket that goes to her knees and the same colored heels on her feet. Her black hair loose with a gray hat on. Her purse in one hand, her phone in the other, and the bellhop wheeling her Louis luggage to me. He puts it in the trunk next to my own luggage, and she is already in the truck. I get inside and lean over to give her a kiss. For the past two weeks, we’ve been with each other every single night. We usually just stay at my place, and I drive her home in the morning.