Page 93 of Kinks of a Billionaire

“Ready to take off and wreak havoc on the soccer field.”

He glanced down at my bare feet, at my toenails painted green. Over the years, Royce had somehow managed to continue procuring discontinued items I loved, and while he always showered me with jewelry, nothing beat that gesture.

And all along, we’d gravitated even closer. We’d put down roots. Time had been good to us. He still made me breathless. He still made me want him, crave him, ache for him—every day, every night, every second of my life.

He was my best friend. My lover. My heart. The father of my children. My everything. With each passing day, our love only grew.

He took a step closer to me, and my breath caught in my throat at the love that stared back at me.

“How did I get so lucky?” Royce said, grinning, but before he could speak another word, I lifted up on my toes and pressed my mouth against his, wanting him so bad that I ached. When he broke the kiss, my hands were still gripping his shirt.

There were times in my life that I didn’t think I’d survive ten minutes, much less ten years without him.

“I love you,” I murmured, running my hand along his chest.

His expression turned serious as he cupped my face.

“You complete me. You and the children are everything to me.” He brushed his mouth against mine. “I love you so much that sometimes it hurts to breathe. I love you, Mrs. Ashford.”

Three little words that made the world go round. Three little words that could start and finish wars. Our very own happily-ever-after.

As long as we lived it together.

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