Impossible End (Unchecked Book 3) by Sybil Bartel Page A

it all.”
    I smirked. She knew I saved almost every cent the U.S. Government had given me. I invested it and I got off on watching it grow. Me blowing through her millions was about as likely as hell freezing over. My mother taught me better than that. “Not happening.”
    She sighed like she was put out. “It was worth a try.”
    I chuckled. The irony was she probably wasn’t kidding. She hated the idea of all the money she had. To her, it was blood money that her parents had hidden while they were alive. I saw it as an opportunity but it wasn’t mine to fuck with.
    We were quiet a few minutes as the funicular car crept down the mountain toward the city of Bergen. It was midweek, cloudy and cold as shit. There were only a few other people in the front of the car.
    I stroked her shoulder as her hand rested on my stomach. “Now would be a good time to try,” I said casually.
    She tilted her head and her lips curved into a flirty smile. “Right here?”
    I spread my arms along the back of the seat in a challenge and grinned. “I’ll be quiet if you can.”
    Heat hit her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip and glanced nervously at the people in the front of the car. “Um…”
    I burst out laughing.
    “Blaze!” she whisper-yelled. “That is not being quiet.”
    “I know, baby, but it was never gonna happen. You’re not quiet. Ever.” Fuck, I was turned on just thinking about the noises she made.
    She sat forward in her seat and turned to glare at me. “First.” She held a finger up. “That is not cool. And I am quiet, when I want to be,” she huffed. “And second.” Another finger popped up. “If you’re trying to get some later, I’d advise you not to make fun of your wife.”
    I raised an eyebrow and almost smiled. “You want to know why I don’t have to try?”
    She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “This is a trick.”
    I dragged a finger under her jaw and down her neck then lowered my voice to a quiet command. “Lean forward.”
    She licked her lips and complied.
    I skimmed under the neckline of her shirt and pushed my finger between the perfect cleavage her crossed arms made. I brought my lips to her ear. “You know what it feels like to have me deep inside you.” I stroked between her lush tits and swirled my tongue just below her ear. “You know what my mouth can do to you.”
    She groaned softly.
    I reached between her legs and cupped her over her jeans. “You’re wet just thinking about it.”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    I moved my lips to hers and spoke against them. “I could take you right now because you want me as much as I want you. That ”—I leaned back, dropped my hands and smiled—“is why I don’t have to try.”
    She looked mad and turned on and like she was fighting a smile, all at once.
    And I fucking adored her. “I love you, baby.” I told her now, every day.
    Her expression melted and she gave me the smile she reserved just for me. “Sixty-seven,” she counted.
    I decided to finally come clean. “Sixty-eight,” I corrected.
    “What?” she looked confused.
    “You missed one.”
    Her hands went to her hips. “No, I didn’t.”
    “The very first one.”
    Innocent, sweet, she looked at me with surprise.
    “The third night we were together,” I explained. I hadn’t even had sex with her yet but I knew she was the one. I reached out and held her face. “You fell asleep in my arms.”
    She smiled and wrapped her fingers around my wrist. “I remember that night.”
    “Your hair was spread across my chest and your hand was holding onto my arm. You were so damn beautiful and trusting. I waited until your breathing evened and I watched you fall asleep.” I stroked her cheek. “Then I told you I was falling in love with you.”
    “Blaze.” She reached for me.
    I held her face with both hands so she could see me when I spoke. “A baby will only bring us closer.”
    Her love and her trust in me spread across her face and lit up her smile.