Page 112 of Hired Husband

Okay, so I’m definitely not dreaming. I’m actually going to get to marry him!

“I love you,” I murmured between passionate kisses. “I love you so, so much, Isaac Thayer. I’ve never actually said those words before, but I do. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied without skipping a beat, groaning when I slid my palm to his chest and laid it right over his heart. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, but if you want to take it back⁠—”

“Never,” I promised, sliding my hands down to his shorts and pushing them off. Thankfully, he’d climbed into bed without a shirt on and so, as soon as his shorts were gone, he was fully naked. I ran my hands along the ridges of muscle in his back and sighed. “I’m never going to stop touching you now. I hope you know that.”

“I think I’ll survive.” He smiled and kissed me again, sliding the straps of my nightdress down and practically growling when he realized I was naked underneath. “What’s this?”

“Those are boobs,” I said, laughing when he tickled my ribs. “I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t know how long you were going to be or what mood you were going to be in when you got done talking to him, so I figured I’d keep covered but provide easy access.”

“You really are a dream come true. You know that, right?”

“A dirty dream?” I guessed out loud.

He shook his head and lowered his mouth to my throat. “Every dream, Jasmine Saad. Dirty. Clean. Ambitious. Wild. It doesn’t matter. You cover all the bases except for a bad dream. You’ll never be that.”

“Oh, I can be bad.”

“Yeah, but only in the best possible way.” After planting kisses along my neck, he moved down to my breasts, teasing them until I was squirming and panting underneath him.

When I ran a hand between us, I half expected him to stop me, but he didn’t, simply letting out another low, deep groan when I wrapped my fingers around the hard length of him. I stroked up and down lightly, just about delirious with need when his hips started rocking into my hand.

He kept his thrusts slow, but it still made me remember what it felt like to have him inside me when he was doing this and I angled my hips higher, moaning when he slid through my folds on the next thrust. “Isaac!”

“We need a condom,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he pulled away. “That felt too good.”

When he started moving to roll off me, I caught him with my legs, hooking my ankles around his hips and waiting until his gaze shot to mine. “We’re getting married, my love.”

“We got engaged literally two or three hours ago.” He stopped trying to move, cupping my face in his hands as he looked into my eyes. “Your dad said we can’t get married in Cairo. Things are too much of a mess there right now, which means we have to come up with a different idea. I mean, I’d marry you tomorrow in whatever Alexandria’s version is of City Hall, but I doubt that’s what you want.”

“Within a few weeks, I will be your wife. It doesn’t matter where we get married. We’ll still make it happen soon, right?”

“The sooner, the better.”

“Then make love to me. Unless you want to wait?”

“No.” He brought his lips to mine and pressed a tender kiss to them. “I want it all with you, Jasmine. I’ve always wanted kids and I know you want them too, but are you sure you want to start trying right away?”

“What would we be waiting for?” I asked, smiling. “Better days?”

He chuckled. “That’s a fair point. You don’t want to travel a bit before I start the project?”

“We will,” I murmured. “For our honeymoon.”

“You really are sure about this, aren’t you?”

I nodded. “All I’ve ever wanted is this, Isaac. I want you. I want your children. I want to build a life together that is beyond our wildest dreams, and I love you. I trust you. I don’t want anything between us anymore.”

“Neither do I, but have you ever tried it without a condom?”

I shook my head. “No. Have you?”

“Definitely not.” He widened his eyes, a playful glimmer sparking to life in them. “That’s how you get someone pregnant.”

“Or pick up a disease,” I agreed, then hesitated. “I’ve been tested. It’s part of this health screening thing we do every six months at White Water Lily.”

“Yeah, I have too,” he said, wincing before he continued. My stomach dropped, but thankfully, the reason for the wince wasn’t what I’d thought it might be. “I went and got tested after Alex told me he was going to arrange my marriage next. I guess I just wanted to be sure what was going on.”