Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
I can't deny how much I like the way that sounds. Collin leads me out of the shop and through a storage yard where tires, cars, and other auto parts sit, waiting to be used or fixed. I have no idea what to expect, but after Collin unlocks the padlock chaining the fence shut, I see it.
The place he calls home is drastically different from the shop's appearance.
It's like a slice of heaven, peace in the middle of our bustling little town. Grass stretches across a long yard, with a path leading from the fence of the body shop's yard past the front door of Collin's home and stopping in front of a garage.
"Are these shipping containers?" I ask him as we approach the two-story home. Reflective panes of glass make up the bulk of the home's front wall. It's stunning and so … him.
"Yeah." He smiles. "I got three. The first two are attached and give me about two thousand square feet on the first floor. I had the third container cut in half. One half is the loft, and the other is my garage."
I run a hand over the metal exterior that's off-white with black trim wrapping around the glass panes. The top loft has oak wood slats covering the exterior with the same black trim as the ground floor.
"This is phenomenal work, Collin. Really. If I didn't spend all those hours watching tiny house renovations, I wouldn't even notice they're containers."
"Thanks, but sweet talkin' me ain't gonna make this punishment any easier on you, Jelly Bean. You broke the rules—rules you agreed to."
My nipples harden at the thought. My pulse races, and as soon as we step inside Collin's home, his arms reach down around my legs to scoop me into his arms. I yelp with unexpected joy at how easily he handles me.
There's not much of a tour as he carries me up a flight of stairs and lets me down on the bed. His mouth is on mine before I can blink. The way his tongue owns this kiss makes me compliant, molding into his body as my walls moisten with desire and anticipation.
When I reach for his pants, he swats my hand away. I inhale sharply before it morphs into a moan.
"Oh my, you like that. Well, this next part is gonna be fun for you. Take those jeans off, Jelly Bean."
I wriggle out of my pants while he takes off his shirt, tossing it over the industrial glass wall that comes up a few feet, giving me a spectacular view of the living room below. The large glass walls and doors let in a ton of light.
It also doesn’t escape my notice that Collin has no Christmas decor at all. Not even a mistletoe.
The sift swat of Collin's hand across my ass stuns me, pushing me to grip the railing to steady myself. I toss a glance at him from over my shoulder, letting my hair fall to one side. His soft blue eyes smolder with lust, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. Seeing this side of him does something to me, and the fact that I affect him this way? It’s the biggest ego booster for me.
"Now, Jelly Bean, you agreed to the rules that no one's allowed to touch that car, right?"
"Yes," I admit. The sharp sting of his hand paddling my ass fades as he rubs the same area and ghosts his lips over it. I have to stop myself from drooling or rubbing my thighs together. Excitement rips through me, and I want more.
"Any reason why I should spare you this punishment?"
"No," I tell him through panting breaths. "I deserve it. I've been so bad. Punish me, Collin."
Collin strikes my ass swiftly again, and I let out a whimper with a seductive exhale. I'm so wet with need and desperate for him to fuck me senseless. My pussy feels so empty and hollow, and I need him to fill me.
"Breathe, Jelly Bean. Breathe through it. Only a few more."
My hips sway with heated suspense. "Do what you have to do."
"You are in a naughty mood this morning. You plan on breaking my rules again, don't you?" His question precedes another swat to my backside.
However, before I get the chance to answer, I feel him tear my lace thong away from my body. The painful pressure of his fingers gripping my ass to spread me apart while I overlook the railing eases when the soft firmness of his tongue drags along my slit.
A long moan from me echoes through his home. He builds me up to an orgasm I can't wait to release, only for him to pull back.
"No," I snarl, right on the cusp of my climax. "Please don't stop."
"Oh, darlin', this isn't supposed to be that much fun for you." His words are low, full of seduction, right before he paddles my ass cheek with another swat of his hand.