Read Beauty and the Billionaire: The Wedding (Billionaire Boys Club #6.5)(24) online free by Jessica Clare

Beauty and the Billionaire: The Wedding (Billionaire Boys Club #6.5)(24)
Author: Jessica Clare

“It makes you awesome,” she said softly, smoothing a hand down the front of his shirt. “God, I love you. So this is the big secret? This kitchen and a private island?” At his nod, she gave an incredulous little laugh. “Why a private island?”

“Because you need a vacation from all of this. The wedding, the cookbook—everything has stressed you out so much that I worry about you. So when I saw the island come up for sale, I thought it’d be perfect for us to have our own private getaway.”

“But the house is private—”

“Ah, but if I sweep you off to a tropical island, you’ll have no choice but to relax and lounge about in skimpy clothing.”

Gretchen laughed again. “That is the most ridiculous and most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard.” She put her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. “I can’t believe you kept all this from me and made me think the house had water damage. Do you know how long I’ve been freaking out over the drilling and hammering they’ve been doing?”

“I know. And you’ve been making yourself utterly crazy. You didn’t need more on your plate to worry about, and I know you. You’d have worried about the contractors hitting their deadlines and making everything the way you wanted it, so I decided to handle it.” His hands rubbed up and down her arms. “Besides,...

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