Page 53 of One More Night
EPILOGUE
Corinne
“Do you have everything you need?”
I look into the concerned eyes of my extremely wealthy man and smile. “Yes. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He spoils me. Absolutely rotten. And although I know that the money he uses to buy me everything I need and desire has dirty origins, I don’t harbor one ounce of guilt about it.
I guess that makes me as bad as he is. Which is probably why we make such a perfect pair.
“Are you sure we need to do this today?” I run my fingertip along the delicious channel between his abs. “It was such a long flight; I think I need rest.”
“Rest is the last thing you’ll do if we stay in this bed.” He captures my hand at the waist of his shorts. “We do this today.”
I lament the loss of his body beside mine when he slides from the bed of our hotel room and then slips his shoes on. Pride wells within me as I admire his strong form. He did it. He pulled off the job to end all jobs, and here we are now, planning our perfect future together.
“Corinne,” he growls in warning, his back still to me. “Move that ass of yours before I strip you off and make good on that promise.”
Oh, how I want him to. “I packed something fun for later,” I tease as I slink past to retrieve my sandals. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll make this outing quick.”
“You’re unstoppable.”
“I have lost years to catch up on.” He grins against my lips as I capture his mouth in a kiss. “Now show me what this is that can’t wait until tomorrow.”
***
My jaw rests in my lap as Jordan pulls our rental car to a stop outside the most palatial house I’ve ever seen. Beautiful palms line the driveway, a tropical garden spilling from the beds around a white stone architectural dream.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It’s yours, if you want it.” He kills the engine, and twists in his seat to face me better. “Forty private acres, a gardener, a cook if you’d like, and a pool that overlooks the coastline. I think this will suit my queen’s needs just fine, don’t you?”
“It’s sounds like heaven. But…” I feel so ungrateful for even mentioning it. “What if I get bored? I’m used to having something to do.”
“Start a charity. Volunteer. Or…” He grins wickedly as he reaches for his door.
I follow him out into the sunshine, and take his hand as we walk toward the house.
“You could help me,” he finishes.
“With what?” I narrow my gaze on the handsome devil.
He doesn’t get a chance to answer before the estate agent greets us. The two of us are taken on a whirlwind tour of the house by an over-enthusiastic, and rather voluptuous, woman who insists that the asking price is an absolute steal.
Jordan negotiates for less anyway, and within the hour we’re left with the keys to what is our new house subject to completion of the legal documents tomorrow.
“Well?” I throw my arms around his neck, thrilled when he places both hands to my ass and lifts me into his arms.
“Where do you want to celebrate?”
“Tell me what you were saying when we arrived first.” I kiss his nose. “I could help you with what?”
Jordan walks us to one of the empty rooms that overlook the pool area, tsking when I push him to answer.
“This,” he says, setting me on my feet, “will be our office.”
My shoulders drop. “I thought the whole idea was that you wouldn’t do this anymore?”