“Well I guess the cookout is canceled. Let’s tell everyone to go home,” Leo teases, picking me up off the ground.
I lean into him, kissing his neck, and it’s all it takes to get him to pull me to him. We’ve been together long enough now that I know just how to wind him up and just how to cool him down. I’m lucky that I got to marry the best man I’ve ever known, and I’m thankful for him every day. Even when he forgets the mustard.
“Tell me you love me,” Leo says, rubbing his nose against mine.
I think after denying him the words for so long, he never gets tired of hearing it. Even after all these years, he makes me say them over and over.
“I love you, cowboy.”
“Damn right you do,” he says, winking at me.
“Dinner’s ready. Why don’t you let them handle the grill and come help me set the table?”
Leo looks over his shoulder, watching Charles and Don pull the chicken off the grill, and carries me inside the house. I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face in his neck.
“Oh, gross. Not again,” I hear Austin say as he leaves the kitchen.
“Really, guys. There are people present,” Lori says on her way out.
“We really know how to clear a room,” I say, laughing.
“Thank God, it’s finally working. Remember when we couldn’t get them to leave us alone?” Leo says, kissing my neck as he sits me on the counter.
“I do miss having babies, though.”
Leo pulls back and gives me a soft look. We tried a couple of times after the twins to get pregnant again, and it never happened. But we were lucky that we got one of each, so I know that we are blessed.
“If you need something to love on, I would like to volunteer as tribute,” he says, making me laugh.
“Are you so deprived of attention?” I run my hands down his chest, petting him.
“When it comes to you, I’ll never get enough.”
I lean into his body, and his lips take mine in a passionate kiss. I have a dark past that I’ve spent my life trying to run and hide from. But all I needed was the light inside Leo to make it all go away. He fills me up with love and warmth, pushing away all the darkness that was inside me. He’s given me two beautiful babies and more happiness than I could ever dream of.
Thankfully, I’ve got a lifetime to keep loving him and showing him just how happy I am that he came along and claimed me.
THE END
Guarding His Obsession
When Drake Hart's security team is hired to find a stalker, he has no idea what's in store for him. However, the day Zoey Lewis' picture lands in his lap, there's nothing he won't do to save her. He's always been quiet and shy, but seeing her changes everything.
Zoey is missing a filter when it comes to interacting with people. She's used to being lost in her computer and being taken care of by her sister. She's an oddball, and people find it hard to deal with. But when Drake Hulk-smashes his way into her world, she doesn't feel so out of place.
When Zoey is threatened and needs protection, will Drake save the day? With a body like his, all signs point to yes!
Warning: He owns a security firm. She's a little nerdy. It's a classic trope and a recipe for sugary-sweet erotica!
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Zoey
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” I huff into the phone, holding it between my shoulder and ear as I dig through my messenger bag for my keys.
“This isn’t up for debate,” my own assistant snaps through the phone. Maybe having my older sister as my personal assistant wasn’t the best idea. That’s a lie and I know it. Hell, who am I kidding, she holds my life together. I might be the brains of this duo, but she’s way more organized than I am. It probably has something to do with her modeling career and always having so many things going on in her life at one time. She’d done it from the age of seven all the way until her mid-twenties when she retired. Elle is the order to my chaos, and I need her.
Now that I think about it, I don’t think I even hired her. She just barged in, in true Elle form, and took over. It wasn’t like she needed the job. She saved her money and I, in turn, helped her invest it in ventures I knew would do well.
“Grr. Where are these stupid keys?” I mumble to myself, digging deeper into my seemingly bottomless bag.
“Front left pocket.”
I roll my eyes, only because Elle isn’t here to see it. I can hear the smug tone in her voice. I reach into the front left pocket and pull out my keys.