Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
As we ride back to the hotel, with Ellie’s body pressed up against mine, her head resting on my shoulder, I type out a text to Micah, asking if our guys have found anything yet.
Micah
No. Not a damn thing. Either none of the big players know shit, or they’re keeping secrets.
Micah
How’s it going in the city?
Lincoln
Ellie loved the ballet, and she’s agreed to give us a real chance. We need to find whoever is fucking with us soon. When we get back, I want in.
Micah
I’m working on it. You need to focus on Alexander Enterprises, so I know it’s being handled. Sienna is due in a month, and the last thing I want is her giving birth with a threat looming over our heads. She and the girls are getting antsy at home, but traveling this far along isn’t advised in case she goes into labor early.
Lincoln
I want in.
Micah
We’ll talk when you get home.
“Everything okay?” Ellie asks when I sigh loudly.
I consider saying yes, not wanting to ruin the evening, but I don’t want to lie to her. “We still don’t have any leads as to who is coming after us.”
She snuggles closer to me, and I wrap my arm around her, needing to hold her tight.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” she murmurs after a few minutes. “I like this, being with you away from Tesoro. I feel content and safe.”
“I’m going to make sure you feel that way in Tesoro,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. “Micah and I won’t stop until you do.”
When we arrive at the hotel, Oscar escorts us to our suite, doing a search of the place before we enter. I’ve barely closed the door behind us, when Ellie is on me, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her mouth attacking my own.
My first instinct is to lift her like I’m a fucking caveman and take her against the wall, that’s how badly I want to be inside her, but with her being pregnant, I remind myself that I need to be gentle.
So instead, I break the kiss and then lift her onto the dining table, taking a step back to admire the beautiful woman in front of me. Her lips are slightly bee-stung from our kiss, her face and neck flushed a gorgeous shade of pink. Her chest is rising and falling in quick succession, and when her eyes meet mine, they’re hooded over with lust.
When I pull my phone out, needing to capture her like this, she tilts her head to the side. “What are you doing?” she asks, her voice breathy.
“Taking a picture of you.”
“We took pictures of us earlier, at the ballet.”
“Not like this.” I snap the picture and then put my phone away.
“Like what?” she questions.
“Like you’re mine.” I capture her lips, and she moans into my mouth. We kiss for several seconds, until I can’t take it any longer, needing to feel more of her.
“How do I get this dress off of you?” I ask. I might’ve picked it out, but the only thing I know is that it matches her beautiful eyes.
“Like this.” She pulls the string on the side, and the dress falls open, exposing the black lace bra and panties I also bought.
With a groan, I step back and kneel in front of her, then remove her ballet flats, dropping them to the side. I glance up and find her peering down at me, her emerald eyes filled with desire.
I take her foot in my hands and press a soft kiss to the instep. Everything about Ellie is feminine, even her feet. I kiss the inside of her ankle, and then I work my way up her smooth calf and thigh. Once I get to the top, I start all over again with her other leg, memorizing every inch of her. When I arrive back at the top, I spread her thighs and suck on her flesh, leaving a tiny hickey that only she and I can see, needing in some way to mark my claim on her.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she giggles, making me look up at her. “I think the baby I’m carrying by you proves that I’m yours.”
“The only thing that will prove you’re mine is when you’re wearing my ring on your finger and your last name is Alexander.”
Her eyes go wide, and I chuckle at having shocked her. “No, I’m not proposing,” I say. “I want to, but I’m afraid you’ll think it’s only because of the baby. So, for now, I’ll mark you with my mouth, watch our son grow in your belly, and convince you to live with me. Then, after the baby is born, I’ll beg you to become my wife.”
I spread her legs wider and press my nose to the lacy material covering her cunt and inhale her scent.