Stolen: Meant To Be (Contemporary Billionaire Romance)

Stolen: Meant To Be (Contemporary Billionaire Romance) by Holly Rayner

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from here. I took Adele into my arms and before I kissed her I said, “I will always “still have you.” I can’t wait to make a life with you.”
     
    I kissed her then with an unrestrained passion. It was passion that only she could stir in me. As our lips met I let my tongue slide in between her lips and I brought my hand up and un-fasted the clip she wore in her hair. As it fell loose, I wrapped my hands up in it. God, how I loved that hair. I played with her hair while my tongue explored the caverns of her hot, wet mouth. She had her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into her deeper as we kissed. I let my mouth leave hers and travel down the line of her jaw to her neck. I licked and suckled there until I found that sweet spot right between the bottom of her neck and her shoulder and then I sucked that soft piece of flesh in between my lips and held it there while I ran my tongue back and forth across it. She let out a long, slow moan. When I finished there, I kissed her mouth again.
     
    “Maybe we should finish this discussion at my place.”
     
    “Our place,” she said in a sexy, husky voice.
     
    “Our place. Ours… yours and mine. The place that we both shall live… I love the sound of it.”
     

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    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    ~

 
    ADELE
     
     
    I stood looking at the backyard in awe of what the caterers had done for the party. There were three tables laden with trays of roast beef and marinated chicken. For our friends and employees who didn’t eat beef or poultry, they’d cooked up grilled trout with lemon juice and smoked salmon. There were smoked sausages and pineapple glazed ham. Mounds of fragrant wild rice sat over the butane burners and rolls and butter adorned each end of the table. There were countless cheeses and a tureen or two of hot soup. In between it all were a variety of fresh salads and crackers of every variety.
     
    Another table was dedicated to dessert. I saw lemon tarts and chocolate covered strawberries. There was a rum cake and chocolate bon bons. A crème brûlée and a chocolate cake competed for space at one end and a silver tray lined with apple tarts sat at the other. The bar was stocked with everything from orange juice and punch to hard liquor, beer and wine. There was a sparkling champagne fountain and a waterfall wine chiller.
     
    “What do you think?” Seth asked.
     
    I turned and smiled at him. “I think it’s… excessive.”
     
    He laughed, “Me too. But, I told them how many guests we expected and to make it nice… so I guess they did what I asked.”
     
    “I guess they did.” I watched as the four men and two women who would be serving the food finished arranging things to make the buffet easier to access for the guests. “The dance floor looks pretty,” I said. An artificial wooden dance floor had been brought in and put on one side of the overly large backyard. It was in a perfect spot to overlook the river and a place for the band to play was set up on one end. Twinkly lights had been strung through the trees from one end of the yard to the other and tables and chairs with white linen covers adorned the lawn. There were outdoor fire pits set up around the perimeter as well, to take the early autumn chill out of the air.
     
    “What time will the band be here?” I asked him.
     
    “They said at eight. That gives us an hour to eat before the entertainment begins. I’d also like to make our announcement before that.”
     
    “Have you spoken to your father?”
     
    He smiled and said, “Not since the last time you asked me… about two hours ago.”
     
    “I’m sorry. I’m just wondering if he’ll show up.”
     
    “I don’t know. I do believe if he shows up that he’ll be civil. I think if he’s not in a mood to be civil after all that has happened, he’ll stay at home.”
     
    I nodded. I was worried and I couldn’t help it. “I’m going to put on my dress before the guests start arriving,” I told him.
    He kissed my cheek and

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