Leverage (Part Three) (Billionaire Romance) (10 page)

And that was all she needed to hear. She was willing to wipe the slate clean and forget the ugly parts of their former relationship and with it, the pain of betrayal and loss because she saw a new man —
a better version of Boston — and she was giddy with excitement to start her life with him.

Together. A team.

And in seven months, there’d be a new Kincaid to add to the roster.

She gasped as Boston pressed fervent kisses down the smooth skin of her belly, closing her eyes as he paused ever so slightly at the subtle rounding, knowing that he was honoring their creation, their baby.
“You’re my everything,” he murmured against stomach and she knew that he was talking to both her and the baby. But then he moved lower and she knew where he was going. Sliding her bikini bottoms free from her hips, he took his time to lovingly open her legs and then bury his face between her folds, nuzzling and teasing with torturously slow attention to her most sensitive spots. She inhaled a sharp breath as pleasure sprang to life inside her, spiraling out with fingers of pure sensation as he worked her clit as only Boston could.
Oh yes
, she lifted her hips to meet his marauding mouth and when he slowly pushed his finger inside her while he sucked and teased that rigid nub until she was shaking and thrashing, desperate to shatter. And then she did. “Boston!” she cried out, breathing hard with great rasping heaves as she tried to slow her pulse but Boston was too hungry to go slowly. She clutched him to her as he rose to cover her with his big, solid body. His murmured, “you wreck me in the most perfect way” sent a wild, elated thrill through her body that sang of love and completion and she knew this was right. She opened to him, anchoring her legs around his hips and he drove into her, sliding with exquisite precision into her willing heat, filling her completely until she didn’t know where he stopped and she began. This was how it was supposed to be — two lovers exchanging breath and energy — binding their souls together in a cosmic convergence of ultimate pleasure. Sometimes it wasn’t just sex, it was making love and she only just realized that Boston had been making love to her from the start, even when it’d been shockingly dirty. “God, I love you,” she cried, arching, offering herself more fully to him as he pistoned his shaft into her shuddering body, accepting each hard thrust and drinking in each guttural moan as she greedily took everything he had. “Say my name,” she cried, breathing hard as her body rocked with the orgasm barreling down her nerve endings, milking his cock with each rhythmic contraction.

“
My Julianna
,” he gasped, his hips jerking as he poured his load into her, bathing her insides with his sweet, hot fluids. He shuddered as he collapsed against her with one final, “Julianna!” and she died a little, overwhelmed by pure bliss. She was his Julianna and he was her Boston. How had she ever imagined that it wouldn’t end like this? They were epic together. If only they’d both realized sooner. Imagine all the earth-shattering sex they would’ve had. A sigh, so replete with satisfaction and contentment escaped her lips and Boston rose up to peer at her with a grin that was adorably smug because she knew his heart. “I love you, Boston Kincaid,” she said, smoothing his damp hair and staring into his beautiful eyes.

His gaze softened as he countered with raw honesty, “I love you more.”
And in that moment she knew that life with Boston would be as epic as their lovemaking — and she couldn’t wait to start living it.

-Epilogue-

Boston’s eyesight was blurred, but he didn’t need eyes to see that he held the world’s most precious bundle in his arms. He trembled and tightened his hold around the tiny infant, trying to not to openly bawl. From the moment Julianna gave birth, all Boston could do was stare as the baby was whisked from doctor to nurse for his newborn checks. It wasn’t until the nurse wrapped him up and placed him in Boston’s arms that he realized he’d been holding his breath.

“Is he okay?”
Julianna asked in a tired, strained voice that’d gone hoarse from screaming through a brutal fourteen-hour labor. Thankfully, Boston had taken a page from the celebrity birthing playbook and had arranged for an ultra private room at the California hospital. “Ten fingers and ten toes?”

“He’s a fine boy,” the
female doctor answered as she finished up doing whatever it was she was doing to Julianna — and frankly, Boston didn’t want to know. “Good job, Mom and Dad,” she added with a professional smile.

“Perfect,” he answered
smiling briefly at the doctor, though he hadn’t even paid attention, he was so rapt with attention to the baby’s little, scrunched up face, marveling at the sheer wonder of the tiny person. “He’s absolutely perfect.”

“Thank God,”
Julianna breathed and closed her eyes, exhausted. “I’m think I’m going to rest for a minute…”

“What a handsome prince,” the nur
se murmured with a smile as she turned to leave now that the baby had passed all his newborn tests. “Do you have a name?”

“John
Thomas Avery Kincaid,” he answered, his voice wobbling a little.
I have a son
. He looked to Julianna. Covered in sweat, pale, and hair plastered to her skull — she’d never looked more beautiful in his eyes. “We have a son.”

Julianna
opened her eyes and smiled, nodding, but she was a little punch-drunk delirious from exhaustion and within seconds she was out like a light. But that was okay. She deserved her rest for creating a miracle. “You are one special little boy,” he said softly, rocking on his heels, knowing he’d do anything for this child. Tears wet his cheeks and he realized he was suffering the loss of his father’s death all over again. His father would never know this boy. But the baby carried his name. “You are named
John
after the island where I finally came to my senses and married your mama.
Thomas
after your mama’s brother whom she loves very much and you will meet very soon and
Avery
after a very special man who would’ve loved to know you.” He settled the baby more securely, loving the feel of the slight seven pounds in his arms, knowing he’d never tire of holding him. “Let me tell you about your grandfather Avery. He would’ve taught you all about how to be a good man in a bad world and how to stand tall and bear your responsibilities without caving to outside pressure. I guess now that’s my job, right?” He leaned down and inhaled the soft, baby scent that was instantly intoxicating and he whispered to the bright-eyed infant, “I’m kinda new at this job so go easy on me, okay?” The infant opened his mouth and scrunched up his face to let out a lusty squall and immediately Julianna’s groggy eyes opened. “I think he wants to eat,” Boston guessed, carrying the baby to Julianna and reluctantly placing him in her arms. “Can you feed him right away?”

“I think so?” she answered, placing the baby
to her breast. John immediately latched on like a champ and Boston swelled with pride.

“That’s my boy,” he said, grinning.

Julianna rolled her eyes with fatigued laughter. “I suspect I will hear that phrase a lot in his lifetime.”

“Every day,” he promised. He leaned in and placed the sweetest of kisses against her damp brow, so thankful for this woman in his life. He stared into her eyes, loving her more than he ever though
t he could love another human being and said, “Thank you for this beautiful gift. I will treasure this moment for the rest of my life.”

She blinked back tears and kissed him back with a watery, but oh, so cheeky, “You’re welcome” and Boston grinned.

God, he loved that woman! Together they were building an amazing life, one filled with happiness, love and generosity and sometimes it almost felt unfair to the rest of the world because he’d cornered the market on bliss. For the rest of his life, he would always strive to be worthy of those two people, he thought as he watched Julianna nurse their son, curling her fingers around his hand and smiling at their miracle. His pulse nearly stuttered to a stop as he seared a silent promise onto his soul to them both.

You will own my heart —
always and forever.

-Author’s Note-

Dearest Reader,

Wow. I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes as I finish this amazing story between Julianna Holly and Boston Kincaid and I’m struck by how certain characters reach into your heart and won’t let go until the final page is written. Even then, sometimes they don’t want to let go but their journey is finished and you have to make room for the next amazing set of characters. I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride as much as I have. For fans of the Buchanan series, I was so happy to bring a little of that Buchanan flavor into this story and I truly loved dragging Vince out of his happy little fairy tale to help out a buddy.

As an interesting
sidebar, there is an entire series featuring the island retreat of Larimar on St. John and the three sisters who run it so if you want to know more about their stories, the titles are:
Like One Of The Family, Playing The Part, and Something to Believe In
by Kimberly Van Meter (my alter ego).

This has been an incredible trip and I’m so blessed to have readers like you who share their enthusiasm for my
work. Without you, I am nothing and I truly mean that.

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