Part 38 (2/2)
”Oh, Nate.” I launch myself into his arms, and he pulls me close, buries his face in my neck and holds on tight.
”I love you so much, Julianne. Don't leave me again. Please.”
I run my fingers through his hair and soak in his warmth. ”I'm here.”
He pulls back and gazes down at me, brushes his knuckles down my cheek and kisses my forehead. ”Your skin is so soft.”
”Natalie and I had my birthday spa treatments today.”
”You deserved them.” He murmurs.
”Nate?”
”Yes, baby.”
I pull my fingers down his face, so in love with this sweet man. ”When can I move in?”
”I'll make some calls in the morning.”
Epilogue.
”Are the arrangements all made, Jenny?” I ask my a.s.sistant.
”Yes sir, everything is ready.” Jenny winks at me and I smile back. Bringing her with Julianne and me to the new company was one of the best moves I ever made.
”Thank you. You can go ahead and go home for the weekend.”
”Great, I'll do that. Happy birthday, Mr. McKenna.”
”Thank you, Jenny.”
Jenny pulls her purse out of her desk just as Julianne comes out of her office, looking f.u.c.king amazing in her red dress and black heels, hair all loose around her gorgeous face.
G.o.d, I love her.
”Are you heading out, Jenny?” she asks in her soft, sweet voice.
”Yes, Miss Montgomery, unless you had anything else for me?”
”Oh, no, that's fine. Have a good weekend.” She smiles at Jenny and then crosses to me, a happy smile on her lips. ”I think I'm ready to call it a day as well, Mr. McKenna.”
”You read my mind, baby.” I take her in my arms and rest my lips on her soft forehead, breathing her in. She always smells like suns.h.i.+ne and vanilla. ”I have a surprise for you.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes and then frowns. ”But it's your birthday. I have a surprise for you.”
”Will it travel?” I ask and rub my hands up and down her lean back.
She purses her lips and her eyes widen a bit in surprise and then she says, ”Yeah, I guess so.”
”Good. Grab your things and let's go.”
”Are we going home first?” she asks. I love it when she says home like that. It's our home now, and has been for two months, but it still sounds new when it trips off her sweet tongue.
”No, we don't have time.”
”But, I didn't bring anything for a weekend trip.”
”It's been taken care of, Julianne. Trust me.” She gathers her things and we lock up the office, then I hold my hand out for hers, lacing her fingers in mine, and we ride down the elevator to the parking garage.
”Where are we going?” she asks, her big blue eyes looking up at me expectantly.
”You'll see soon.” She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout and I laugh and lean down to nibble and kiss her lips. ”You taste good,” I whisper.
”I had a Hershey bar before we left,” she whispers back.
I chuckle as the elevator opens and lead her to the Mercedes. I'd really like to take the bike this weekend, but we have too much stuff to bring with us.
After stowing our things, we're soon on the freeway heading south out of Seattle. Julianne runs her fingertips up and down my thigh, sending s.h.i.+vers through me and making my c.o.c.k twitch. I catch her hand and kiss her fingertips, and then rest our hands in my lap. She smiles sa.s.sily. ”Later,” I murmur.
”Okay, spill it. Where are we going?”
”To the beach house.”
”Oh good! We haven't been in a while.” She beams at me and I smile back.
”I know, we've been too busy building the business. We deserve this weekend away.” I kiss her hand again and she leans over to kiss me.
”Yes, we do.”
”Hey, baby, we're here.” I brush the back of my hand down Jules' soft cheek, waking her from her nap. She fell asleep thirty minutes into the car ride here and I just let her sleep. She looks like an angel when she sleeps, and we've worked many sixty to eighty hour weeks lately, exhausting both of us.
”We're here?” she asks sleepily and sits up to stretch, pus.h.i.+ng her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out against that s.e.xy dress and my c.o.c.k immediately stirs to life.
I didn't realize until I pulled in the driveway how nervous I am about tonight. Telling her that I have a surprise for her was the understatement of the year. This could be one of the most important nights of our lives, and I just pray to G.o.d I don't f.u.c.k it up.
Jules grabs her handbag and I pull the large suitcase containing both of our clothes for the weekend out of the backseat and join her on the porch, unlock the door, and follow her inside.
The rental company I use to care for the house in our absence has been here like I requested, and I take a quick look around. There is a fire burning in the fireplace, the logs not burned too far down, telling me they were here recently.
Perfect.
The dining room table is set for dinner, and there are chafing dishes on the counter with our dinner being kept warm.
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