Page 49 of Billion Dollar Vow (The Lincoln Brothers #4)

“I want my wife to apologize for making me unable to think straight.”

“Sorry,” I rush out.

He chuckles. “I’ve never heard you apologize quicker in my life.”

“Shut up and let me come.”

“With pleasure,” he says with a mischievous look. “But taste how intoxicating you are first.”

He puts his finger into my mouth, and I hesitate, but then suck it, tasting the sweet and tangy mix of myself. Withdrawing his finger, he grabs my thong, ripping it from my body. Discarding the fabric onto the floor.

Grabbing his pants, he pulls out a condom and rolls it on. It sends a thrill up my spine, loving how desperate he is to be inside me.

He grips my thighs and lifts me, my back against the cold wood, the tip of him at my hot entrance.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Yes, husband, please fuck me,”

I want to be fucked raw and passionate right now. Unhinged even better.

“Fuck, I love that,” he rasps as he thrusts in one motion, sliding through me.

I cry out at the fullness, loving the way we fit perfectly, like a puzzle.

Holding his arms, I whimper as he rocks his hips, thrusting harder every time. His thick erection is growing.

“I can’t get enough of you. Luckily, you're already my wife, otherwise I’d ask you to marry me.”

“My husband,” I moan.

“My wife,” he says with the most delicious guttural groan.

His arms bulge with each thrust. His pumps get faster.

I know he must be close. I want to come together, so I relax and let my body feel the sensation.

On the next few thrusts, my body clenches and I cry out his name, and he goes still as he jerks.

His head falls to the crook of my neck. The sounds of him pushed me over the edge and they still turn me on, even after an orgasm. Neither of us move, not wanting to end this.

I soak in his hot skin and heavy wood aftershave, letting it wrap around me like a warm blanket.

After a minute, Oliver peels his head away and looks down at me lovingly.

“Fuck, that was incredible.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, nodding.

He slowly helps my legs down, and I take a second. Then I look over to get dressed, but my thong is ruined. “I’ll have to go home wearing no thong.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course you don’t.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

“It doesn't help me now.”

He laughs. “I’ll order them over the phone and get my driver to pick up the package.”

I’d argue, but I need to clean up the mess from the furniture assembling, and by the time I do that, he’ll have dropped them off.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’ll rip them off again when we get home.”

“Insatiable.”

He leans forward and kisses me hard. “No, just in love.”

I smile softly. “I love you too.” I pause, taking a deep breath. “But I need to talk to you about something.” If I don’t say it now, while I have the courage, I’m afraid I never will.

A groan escapes him as he leans back, running a hand through his hair. “This can’t be good.”

My heart pounds as I walk into the living room, sinking into the sofa and curling my legs beneath me. The soft fabric soothes me, but it doesn’t stop the nerves tightening my chest. He follows me, sitting beside me, his body turned toward mine.

“I need to tell you something,” I begin, feeling shaky. “It might change our future.”

His eyes widen slightly, but the shift is so quick I almost miss it. “Okay…” He’s calm, but there’s a flicker of unease as he watches me.

I prop my head on my hand, and his fingers find my arm, tracing slow, comforting circles. It’s a small gesture, as if he needs to touch me whenever we’re close. Usually, it calms me. Today, it makes my throat thicken. What if this changes everything?

“I don’t think I want to have kids,” I finally blurt out.

He nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. “That’s okay.”

I shake my head. “No, I mean… like, ever.”

His fingers pause, the warmth of his touch still lingering on my skin. His silence feels heavier than I expected.

“Oh.”

The word hangs between us, and I can’t bear to meet his eyes, so I look away. “I get it. You want them. I thought this would be a dealbreaker.”

“It’s not.”

His response is quiet, but certain. My head snaps up, searching his face for any trace of hesitation. “No?”

He shifts closer, his knees brushing mine.

“No,” he says again, firmer this time. “I’ve thought about it, more than I’ve ever admitted.

And the truth is… I was never set on having kids.

Not really. I just assumed I would, because that’s what people do.

But it’s not something I’ve dreamed about. You’re the thing I’ve dreamed about.”

His words wash over me slowly, sinking in bit by bit.

“I want you,” he says, his voice softer now. “If you don’t want kids, then I’m okay with that. You’re the only thing that matters. I don’t want to lose you.”

Cupping my face, his thumb brushes my cheek with a tenderness that pulls something inside me.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” I say through a tremble. “But this… This is a big decision.”

He leans in, his forehead almost touching mine. “I know,” he says gently. “And I’m glad you care enough to make sure I’ve thought about it. But I have. All I want is you. There’s no one else for me, Petal. You’re it.”