Page 38 of The Tycoon
“Oh, so those two big boxes aren’t dinner?” she asks, a hint of teasing in her voice.
Chuckling low, I shake my head. I had planned on waiting until after we ate to have her open them, but she’s beingtoo adorable right now. That, and I also feel like I must make things right for having that little interaction with Savannah.
“I don’t think you will want to eat what’s inside,” I say, crossing into our formal dining room. “I was going to have you eat first, but if you promise you will still eat dinner after you open them, you may open them now.”
“Oh, I promise!” she exclaims.
Motioning to the dining room chair, I wait patiently for her to take a seat.
“Alright then, have a seat my beautiful girl.”
Quickly following my command, she pulls out the brown wooden chair and sits down. Scooting herself forward, she bounces ever so slightly. I try not to watch her breasts move under the satin fabric of her pajama top but catch their erotic movements as I bend down to the wagon. Careful not to jostle the paper bag holding our burgers and fries, I pick up the two cardboard boxes.
“Now this is just the start of the collection,” I say, placing the boxes side-by-side in front of her.
Licking her lips, she moves her eyes from me to the boxes. Correcting her slouching posture, she gets right to work opening the first box. Pulling back the cardboard flap, she stares inside for a handful of seconds before letting out a loud gasp.
“Oh my God, I’ve wanted this one for so long!” she exclaims.
Reaching inside, she pulls out a special edition of some romance book I’ve never heard of. Opening the front flap, she squeals in delight.
“Oh my God! It’s signed!”
Widening her eyes, she pushes out a sound that’s part scream and part laugh.
“SHE WROTE MY NAME!” she yells.
Closing the book, she hugs it to her chest. Turning her head up to look at me as I stand beside her, she gives me the most adoring look I’ve ever seen, and I’ve given this woman damn near a hundred orgasms.I could just melt.
“Thank you…thank you so much!” she says breathlessly.
I resist the urge to pull her to me and kiss her senseless. Instead, I lean down to kiss the crown of her head. Humming softly, my hand moves through her soft locks.
“You’re welcome, Princess, but keep going. There’s more,” I encourage.
Nodding her head, she carefully sets her book upon the dining room table. Reaching back inside, she grabs another book. Then another. And then another. Each book elicits a feminine squeal that sets my pride on fire.
Setting her precious gifts down on the table, she opens each one as gently as she can. Her head bobs as she moves through each one, her face scrunching as she holds back tears. I think she realizes just what I have done, and she doesn’t knowquite how to express herself. After what seems like an eternity, she glances up at me.
“You ordered all of the books that are on my wishlist…and you had all the authors sign them and make them out to me,” she says, her voice cracking.
I nod my head, giving her a cheeky wink.
“I did, Princess. Every book that was on your wishlist is in these boxes. You only had fifty of them on there, I wanted to get you more. So, what you’re going to do is make me a whole new wishlist. I want you to put every book you’ve always wanted on it. I don’t care how old, or what edition. If you’ve ever wanted it, add it. If the authors are still breathing, I will do whatever I have to to get them signed and personalized. We’re going to make sure our home has a library just for you,” I say, my voice warm and true.
Standing from her chair, she moves to give me the most tender, loving hug I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Wrapping my arms around her, I close my eyes as I memorize the moment. An electric shiver runs through me from head to toe. As the last bit evaporates, I feel almost lighter for some reason? Like a little part of my soul has just been healed. It’s the strangest thing.
Lifting her head to look up at me, her glassy eyes meet mine. Swallowing hard, I feel her body tremble just as mine did only seconds ago.
“This might sound crazy but…I love you, Sutton,” she says, her voice sweet and soft.
Taking a sharp breath at her confession, my eyes suddenly well with foreign feeling tears. I can’t remember the last time I cried. What on earth has this woman done to me?
“It does sound crazy, but I think that suits us,” I reply, chuckling slightly before leaning in to brush her lips with mine. “I love you, Dolly. Fiercely. Uncontrollably. Undeniably. I am yours until my last breath.”
CHAPTER seventeen
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