Marrying the Millionaire

RICHMOND’S HEART SWELLED WITH DEEP love as he drove inside Kay’s slick womb from behind. Holding on to her butt cheeks, driving long and slow, his eyes roved over her luscious, curvy figure, which he knew he’d never tire of.

  Hardening more, he twirled. His hard jewels tingled and boiled with cum. I love everything about you, Kay. From her sweet personality, to her light giggles, to her luscious body, he loved everything about the woman penned beneath him. Letting him make love to her. Allowing him to pleasure her body the best he knew how.

  Fluid made its way up to his tip, rattling it. Stroking her tenderly, Kay moaned. Her silky heat wrapped around him and pulled. Grunting, his lungs constricted and expanded inside his chest. He brought his erection all the way out, leaving just the head in, then slammed into her. Sperm charged from his eye and flew inside her.

  Jagged breaths bounded from his mouth as he dropped to the mattress beside her. Lifting Kay into his arms so he could feel her pretty face resting against his chest, he kissed her cheek on her way up. Holding her in the crook of his arm while stroking her tangled hair, she gazed up at him.

  “I would love to wake up to you every morning like this.”

  “I’d like that, too. I’ve got an idea.” Kayla’s eyes brightened. “How about you move in here with me?”

  Moving into her house with her was out of the question. A man should provide a place for his woman to stay, not the other way around. There was no way in hell he was going to move in here with her and she paid the rent. Oh, hell no.

  “I understand why you don’t want to move into the house I shared with Salina, but what about my house on the ocean? Salina and I never lived there. It’s always been my man cave. With a little help from an interior decorator, I think it’d be suitable for the four of us.” Water streamed from Kayla’s eyes as she glanced up at him. “Okay. We don’t have to move in there either. I’ll build you your own house—”

  “I’d love to move in the house on the beach. I’d be like a dream come true for me. And CJ and Isabelle would absolutely love it.”

  “Great. Then it’s settled. We’ll search for an interior decorator today and start making plans to move in as soon as the renovations are done. We’re going to have a good life together, Kay. I’m going to make certain of it.”

  “How do you feel about getting remarried one day?” she asked tersely.

  Richmond’s heart split. Whoa! Put on the fucking brakes. Just because he wanted his Kay to move in with him didn’t mean he wanted to ever get married again. But then again, Kay was definitely deserving of a good man. A great husband.

  Call him selfish, but right now he felt as if he never wanted to tie the knot. He could, however, see him and Kay living together as partners for the rest of his life. Unsure of how to answer her question, he caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “To be completely honest with you, Kay, I have no desire to get married again. Been there, done that. Outside of marriage, I am willing to give you the very best of me.”

  Disinterment dulled her eyes, breaking his heart. “Thanks for being honest,” she said, lowering her head to his chest, then drifting to sleep.

  Although Kay and CJ were moving in with him, he still planned on fixing up her own home, just in case she wanted to sell it or rent it out.

  Later on that day, as he’d promised, Richmond had gone to Lowe’s and purchased gallons of grey paint so he could paint Kay’s house. While there, he’d also purchased a new fence, which he’d scheduled to have completed by the end of the week. After he fixed up the outside of the house, he was going to fix up the inside of her house.

  Between operating the Equestrian, renovating two homes, raising two children, finding time to spend with his Kay, and bringing Salina’s killer—Jason—to justice, Richmond Spaulding knew he was going to be one busy man. And he looked forward to doing it all.

  ISABELLE’S FIFTH BIRTHDAY