She groans and stops abruptly. I smash into her back, sending her forward a few steps with the impact. “Damnit, Shiloh,” I growl, blindly tugging her into my body. I pat her down, making sure she’s okay. She bats me away with a scoff.
“I’m fine,” she growls. Still, my hands reach out, patting her belly.Just in case.“Logan!” she barks. “Enough!”
“Babydoll,” I snap. “Take this blindfold off.Now.”
Did I mention I hate surprises? Like, really fucking hate them? It’s been two weeks since I proposed, and every single day, she’s figured out ways to keep me from the office. She doesn’t know I caught onto her little plan a few days in, but I did, and it’s been killing me ever since.
Day one, I actually had to be on a job site and couldn’t be in the office, so she got lucky.
Day two, Stephen called me with an emergency at a different job site.
Day three, my mom needed help with a project that, apparently, couldn’t wait.
By day four, I knew there was no way that everyone suddenly needed me all at once. What really solidified my theory was the way my girl basically shoved me into my truck every morning, making sure to remind me thatI wasn’t needed at the office.
So, now, here we are. Standing in the reception area of the HH building, a silk purple blindfold wrapped tightly around my eyes and my woman jumping up and down with glee.
“Okay,” she breathes, a manic quality to her voice. I don’t like it. “Okay. This will all be fine.”
“Stop talking to yourself. I’m taking it off.” I don’t wait for her to respond, ripping the sash from my face. I tug it into my back pocket for safekeeping. Definitely using that later. “So?” she drawls, her hands clasped tightly beneath her chin as she gazes up at me with wide eyes.
Reluctantly, I drag my gaze from her perfect face and look around.Holy shit.Spinning in a circle, I slowly take in what was once a simple, plain room that has now become a beautiful, professional office space.
She’s hung curtains on all of the windows that add color and texture without blocking the natural light. Throw pillows sit on the couches and lounge chairs in the waiting area. Magazines, books, and flowers adorn the tables and reception desk. There are rugs and various pieces of artwork. Everything stillfeelsthe way Huxley Homes does. Warm, rustic, inviting, the way it was meant to. But with her additions, it feels like a real, operating business now.
“Wow,” I murmur, trying to absorb everything at once. Not only did she decorate the space beautifully, she cleaned the fuck out of it, too. “You did all this?” Meeting her eyes, I find her nodding softly. She tips her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug like it’s not a big deal.
It is, though. It’s a huge deal. Little does she know; she’s turning a building that I despised for so long into a place I actually enjoy coming to. She’s swapping out old, painful memories for new, happy ones. It means everything to me.
“Shiloh, I don’t know what to say,” I murmur. She grins. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me toward the back end of the building. To the left are our offices. To the right is another door that leads to the meeting rooms, public bathroom, and breakroom.
She pulls me to the right, glancing over her shoulder every few steps as if to ensure I’m still with her. I chuckle, elation filling me at an unnatural speed. I love seeing her so fucking happy. I’d do anything to keep that big smile on her beautiful face.
Shiloh leads me through the building, showing me all the small touches she’s added to every single space. She left nothing out, even making sure to decorate the bathrooms. The whole time, she claps her hands and bounces around like a toddler. Her eyes remain locked on me, eager to see my reactions. If I could, I’d bottle this feeling up for her. I’d keep her this happy every goddamned day.
When we round the building, nearing my office, she pauses, tugging her lip between her teeth. “I hope you like it. If not, it’s totally fine. We can change anything you want.”
Bending down, I kiss her hard, backing her into the wall as I have my way with her. I shut her up in the way I know works best. My mouth on hers, my tongue in her mouth, my thigh between hers. Never fuckin’ fails. When I finally pull back, she’s cum twice and is panting and slightly delirious.
“What about you?” she rasps. I grin, shaking my head.
“You already know the answer to that.” Since that night I used the fake knot on her, neither of us has been able to get enough. I’ve welcomed all her toys into our bed. My favorite is the tentacle. It fits in her tiny, tight ass perfectly while I knot her cunt. My girl loves to be stretched around my cock, and I love feeling it around me.Fuck.“Gonna knot your pussy when we get home,” I grunt, grinding my dick against her.
Pulling away, I leave her breathless and panting against the wall. I smirk, stepping around her and into my office. I come to a halt, my eyes widening in surprise.
Everything,everything, is different. My father’s desk is gone and replaced with a newer, more modern version. Same with the chair. There are curtains along the window wall and a faux cowskin rug beneath the seating area. She even painted. What were once plain white walls are now a dark gray that matches the walls in our home. In fact, everything matches our house.
But what has me stalling, unable to move my feet, are thepictures.
So many pictures.
The entire wall behind my desk is covered in framed, black and white photos. Big and small, arranged artfully. Photos of my parents. Their wedding day and various birthdays. Pictures of Tank and Porkchop, who have now become inseparable. Pictures of Shiloh and I, more of her than of me. I recognize a bunch of them as ones I’ve snapped on my phone, dating back to the day I found her asleep in the breakroom. There are photos of my brothers…
And photos of Liam.
Liam.
My heart slams to a stop.