Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She told me to my face that I’m not her type.
I still highly doubt that, but now is not the time to dwell on whether or not Miss Shaw finds me as fuckable as I find her.
“Let’s leave her be,” I suggest so I can get the hell out of this room.
I want to jump into a cold shower and conjure up a mental image of anything other than my wife.
“Why?” Lloyd perks both of his graying brows. “Your bed has to be more comfortable than that couch.”
The floor is more comfortable than that couch, as is the concrete sidewalk in front of the building.
I can tell that he’s not going to drop this, so I give in.
I move toward my assistant to slide a hand under her to grab her waist. She wiggles, but her eyes stay closed.
I scoop my other hand under her knees and instantly have her up in my arms.
That’s enough to jar her awake.
Her eyelids pop open, and the sight she’s greeted with is my face. “Graham?”
For fuck’s sake.
If I thought her voice was sexy before, this just woken version of it is enough to make me come in my pants.
That hasn’t happened since I was a teenager.
I draw in a deep breath to try and conquer my need for her. “The bed is a much better place to have a nap.”
Her lazy gaze drifts from my face to where Lloyd is standing behind me.
“Graham’s going to take you to bed,” he announces with a chuckle. “I’m headed to my room. I’ll see you, newlyweds, in a couple of hours.”
Trina’s fingers drift over my shoulder to the back of my neck. They whisper over my hairline.
Her touch is soft. It feels intimate in a way I’m not expecting.
I glance at her face again to find her staring at me.
“We’ll see you later, Lloyd,” I say without tearing my gaze away from my wife.
I carry her silently to my bedroom, wishing that I could slam the door behind us, strip her, and spend the next two hours consummating this marriage.
As soon as she can, Trina slips from my arms and lands on my bedroom floor on her bare feet.
I rake her over only to stop midway because it’s obvious that she enjoyed the ride in here. Her nipples have furled into tight little points beneath her T-shirt.
I’d trade half of my fortune for the chance to get my teeth around one.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I’d hand over everything I own and all of my future income to taste not only her tits but the rest of her too.
Her arms jump to cross her chest. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Honesty may be the best policy, but if I confess that I want to fuck her raw, I sense she’ll pack up her suitcase and run for the hills.
I divert because keeping this marriage on track is my priority. “You’re going to be happy to know that Kay’s latest design is part of the spring collection.”
Her face lights up. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
I work to hold in a chuckle. “I’m not fucking kidding you right now.”
She bounces on her feet. That sends her already messy hair tumbling around her shoulders.
I glance down because of my ongoing effort to tame my dick when I’m in the same room as her.
“Does she know?”
I look up to find her hands on her hips and those nipples still at rapt attention. “No.”
“Can I be there when you tell her?” she asks like I’m about to hand Kay the keys to the Abdons kingdom.
I hold those tightly in my palm and have no intention of ever letting them out of my grasp.
“You can tell her.”
“What?” Her eyes lock on mine. “I can tell her? Are you serious, Graham?”
If something like this brings my wife joy, I’ll make the dreams of every one of our employees come true, just so she can spread the good news.
“We’ll go over the details on Monday morning.” I eye up the door that leads to the bedroom I’ve been staying in.
I’m in desperate need of that cold shower now.
“I’ll look forward to that, sir.”
Sir. Again.
Fuck my fucking hard cock.
“I’ll see you at dinner, Trina.” I inch back a few steps toward the bedroom door. “We’re having dinner at Nova tonight with Lloyd.”
“That’s super fancy.” She smiles. “I’ll pick out something extra nice to wear.”
She could wrap a potato sack around her body, and she’d be a vision of beauty.
“All right,” I half-cough out as I step back yet again.
“See you later, husband.”
My lips curl into a half-ass smile. “Later, wife.”
I finally open the door and retreat into the hallway. Sucking in a deep breath, I graze a hand over the outline of my erection through my pants.
A cold shower won’t fix this. I need to circle my cock with my fist and pump one out.