The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 145

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Three hours later. 

We’ve talked and laughed; we’ve eaten and drunk champagne. We’ve lain on the rug and stared up at the moon and gazed at the stars as they twinkled their magic down on us. 

“It’s been the perfect night.” I smile over to my handsome date. 

“We should dance.” He stands and holds his hand out for me. 

I take my time getting up. 

“We are on a tight schedule, hurry up.” 

I giggle and stand. “This schedule of yours.” He takes me into his arms and the song 

“Turning Page“, by Sleeping At Last comes on. 

“Oh, this song,” I whisper up at him. “This is…so dreamy…” 

Like the perfect scene from the perfect movie, we dance under the moon by the lake. 

I’m over here falling in love with him all over again…even more if that’s physically possible. 

“Vee,” he whispers. 

“Yes.” I smile up at him. 

“It would be a privilege to call you mine…forever.” My heart stops as my eyes search his. 

“Marry me.” He kisses me softly and my feet float from the floor. “I know it’s soon, but I‘ 

cannot wait one day longer for us to be one.” The emotion between us is strong and so perfect. 

“What do you say?” he murmurs into my ear. 

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“Yes.” I smile through tears as I throw my arms around his neck. “Oh my god, yes.” 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring, a diamond solitaire… It’s huge. 

My eyes widen. “What in the…” 

He picks up my hand that’s still in plaster and chuckles. 

“Oh no. What?” I frown. 

“The ring is not going to fit, sweetheart, your hand is still too swollen.” 

“Oh my god, jam it on there.” I snatch the ring off him and try to squash 

it on, it only goes to the top knuckle. 

Fucking go on. 

“Wear it on your other hand until the swelling goes down.” 

I roll my eyes, only I could break my wrist so bad that my engagement ring won’t go 

on…what are the chances? 

He slides it onto my right hand and then kisses my fingertips. 

“Can we go to bed now for the finale?” I giggle up at him. 

“That was the finale.” He smiles. “That’s as romantic as I can do for tonight.” 

“It is?” 

“Now I need to fuck you like I really, really, really hate you.” He grabs my face and kisses me aggressively, and I laugh into him. About time… 

Romantic Gabriel is perfect…but dirty Mr. Ferrara is a god. 

With our lips locked, he walks me into my bedroom backward, my dress is over my head, my bra is thrown to the side and he throws me back onto the bed. 

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Open those pretty legs, you’re about to get it,” he says as he rips his Tshirt off over his head. His broad chest comes into view, his rippled abdomen, and his bronze olive skin. His 

dark hair is hanging in curls over his forehead, and the way he is looking at me… Never 

have I seen a more beautiful man. 

He unzips his jeans and slides them and his boxers down his legs and kicks them off. 

My eyes drop down his body, his cock is hard and engorged with thick veins coursing down 

the length of it. 

Good god. 

open my legs, drunk on his testosterone. 

He goes to the bathroom and returns with a bottle of lube. “What are you doing?” 

He puts it on his fingers and smears it through the lips of my sex. “The only thing touching you tonight is my cock.” Fuck. 

Arousal screams through my body as he climbs over me. I put my hands on his thick quad 

muscles as they cradle inside my open legs. His teeth graze my skin and his hot breath sends shivers up my spine. 

Holding himself up on his elbow, he slides the tip of his engorged cock through the lips of my sex, rubbing the lube into me as he stares down at me. 

I know why he wants it like this, where he’s hardly touched me. 

He wants me to struggle to take him. 

Not a chance…I’m going to eat him alive. 

He pushes forward, and I feel the burn of the stretch, I whimper and he takes my lips in 

his. The kiss as aggressive as the claim he’s taking down below. 

“Open those fucking legs,” he growls. 

I can hardly breathe. I open a little farther and he surges forward. In to the hilt. 

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My body ripples around him as it struggles with his size. 

And then he kisses me, soft and with tenderness. “I love you,” he murmurs as his eyes search mine. “I’ve waited so long for this night.” 

Tears escape and run into my ears. “And I love you.” 

He surges forward and I whimper, but it falls on deaf ears because he lifts my legs up over his shoulders and slams in deep. 

I feel him sink into my bones as he takes his claim on my body. 

No longer mine…but his. 

Arousal so deep and primal that I can taste it. 

He begins to ride me, deep, punishing pumps where the bed hits the wall and my toes 

curl…I can’t hold it. 

He’s too much, too…inside every inch of me. 

I cry out as I come hard, shuddering and shaking as I moan out of control. 

His pumps get harder, quicker, he’s no longer in control, the need to finish and come inside