Page 40 of Beauty and the Bosshole
"Only the best for my beautiful wife," I reply, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I love you, Ava. More than anything."
"I love you, too," she whispers back. "Forever and always."
The shutter clicks, capturing the tender moment. Then the photographer gives us a wide smile before scrolling through a few of the images on her camera and stepping back with a nod. "Okay, I think we got everything.”
As we reluctantly untangle ourselves from each other's embrace, the photographer approaches us with a broad smile on her face. "You two were incredible," she says. "The love and connection between you is palpable in every single shot. I can't wait for you to see the final images."
Ava blushes, leaning closer to me as I press a kiss to her temple. "Thank you," she says. "I was nervous coming into this. But the experience has been more than I could have ever imagined."
"I can't wait to see our home filled with these memories," Ava sighs as we leave the building and head toward the car. “Actually, I can’t wait to see our home. I mean, what are we doing there? Am I just moving in with you? Or are we choosing something together?”
I turn to look at her, my fingers interlacing with hers as I steer her toward the car. "I want us to choose something together, Ava. This should be a decision we make as husband and wife. Our home needs to be a reflection of us, not just me," I say, unlocking the car. “But for the short term, yes, I would like it if you moved in with me.”
She pauses before sliding into the car, turning to meet my gaze. "I would like that, too," she whispers, placing her hands on my chest before leaning in for yet another kiss that has my skin on fire from wanting her so bad.
"Mmmm," I hum as I pull back slightly. "But do you know what I'd like even more right now?"
She tilts her head, a curious smile playing on her lips. "What's that?"
I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, "Getting you back to our hotel room and showing you just how hard that photoshoot made me. I’m going to devour every single inch of you, Mrs. Donovan."
Ava shivers, her eyes darkening with desire. "Then what are we waiting for, Mr. Donovan? Let’s get out of here."
Chapter Fourteen
Ava
“Sir?” Our heads snap in unison toward the voice as we walk hand in hand in the Vegas heat toward the car. “You’ve got a flat here.”
The silver and gold sequined dress I’m still wearing from the photoshoot at Reese’s command makes a swishing sound with each step. It’s highly impractical, but I can’t stop myself from feeling like a glamorous, exotic model on the arm of her billionaire lover.
Husband. God,husband.
Vegas can change a person.
A security officer from the office building is pointing toward the passenger front tire as I feel Reese’s body stiffen.
“What the fuck.” He squeezes my hand before releasing my fingers, stepping around the trunk of the Mercedes, his head cocking, eyes following the sight line where the man in the blue uniform is pointing. “Can you fix it? Fast?”
Reese’s jaw muscles shift and clench as he stares down the young security guard who shakes his head. “Sorry, I can’t leave my post. We’re short-staffed, but I’ve got a limo service we use here. They’ve got a car and a driver—”
“Get him here. Now,” Reese barks at the poor guy, his frustration showing in the tightness of his brow and the way his fingers curl and uncurl. “We have somewhere we need to be.”
His eyes dart my way and the residual wet warmth between my legs returns with that magic thumping below my belly button.
I swallow down the gathering saliva, remembering how he tasted when he came in my mouth and how I tasted on his lips when he kissed me after showing me just how magical a tongue can be.
“Yes, sir.” The young man turns away, bringing his phone to his ear after tapping the screen. “Bring it around.”
Five minutes later, we are secured in the back of a double stretch Hummer limo with multi-colored LED lights embedded in the ceiling above where we are sitting along the back of the expansive space.
“So fucking tacky.” Reese shakes his head. “I feel like some douche on his bachelor weekend.”
He snakes a hand around the back of my neck, his grip tightening as his eyes narrow, locking onto the hint of my exposed cleavage.
“It’s fun.” I look around the ceiling. “I mean, I’ve never been in a car with a stripper pole in it before.”
I shrug toward the brass centerpiece of the passenger area, wiggling in the white leather seat. The dress Reese chose for me to wear out of the photoshoot is a size too small, compressing my curves under the sequined black and gold fabric.