Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“While you’re here, we are responsible for you,” he informed her.
“Yeah, I remember this conversation,” she snapped back, those blue eyes sending off sparks.
He liked the fire in her.
“But as far as I knew, I was allowed to get out of bed by myself,” she said.
“Not when you’re in Little headspace.”
“That’s silly.”
“Really? What would have happened if I didn’t come in when I did?” he asked.
She chewed at her bottom lip.
“When you woke up, did you realize you had to pee? Did you get distracted on your way to the toilet?”
Yep. That was a guilty look.
He moved forward to reassure her that it was okay when there was a knock on the door. Looking over, he saw Beck poke his head in.
“Hey, have you seen . . . there she is.” Beck frowned as he took them both in. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, smiling at Beck. The smile didn’t reach her eyes, though. “We’re just fine. I, um, had to get out of that outfit. Wasn’t very practical.”
Beck shot him a look as though to ask him what he’d done. He blew out a breath.
“I was just telling Chloe that she shouldn’t have gotten out of bed on her own. She should have called for one of us.”
“Ahh. Well, that would have been better, Freckles.” Beck walked over and cupped the side of her face, pulling her lip free from her teeth. “I got worried when you weren’t in the playroom. Next time, yell for me and I’ll come running, okay? But that was my fault for not telling you.”
She leaned into him with a happy look on her face.
Damn it.
He really was fucking all of this up. For Beck, she melted. For him, well, she looked like she’d rather punch him in the cock than suck it.
Fuck.
He rubbed his hand over his face. As Beck led her out of his room, all he wanted was to grab hold of her and drag her back. He wanted to kiss her and tell her he was sorry.
Suddenly, he felt someone’s gaze on him. Turning, he saw Owen watching him.
“You’re fucking up, aren’t you?”
“I think so.”
“Then stop.”
Things were so simple in Owen’s world. Sometimes he wondered what that would be like. How nice it would feel.
“Maybe I should keep my distance from her.”
Except he wanted her. So fucking much.
Owen stepped forward into his space. “No. You shouldn’t.”
“What if she walks away from us?”
Owen gave him a smile filled with promise. “She won’t. Trust me.”
He trusted Owen. But he didn’t trust her. Not yet.
“Remember, she’s not Ester. She’s not going to betray us.”
Judd sucked in a breath. “I’ll try. Okay?”
“Do better than try. Believe. She’s not Ester and she’s not going anywhere.”
37
God, that man was infuriating.
Chloe stomped into the kitchen, forgetting that she was wearing Judd’s shorts. They fell down to her ankles, nearly sending her flying.
“Whoa.” Beck grabbed her, lifting her into the air. The shorts fell off her feet, landing on the floor. He set her on his hip. “Careful, Freckles.”
Setting her down on the counter, he then moved further into the kitchen. Owen walked up to them, the shorts in his hand. “You stripping, baby girl?”
She felt herself growing red. “Not on purpose.”
“Hmm. That’s too bad.” Placing his hands on the counter on either side of her, Owen leaned in to nip at her lower lip. “You can strip for me anytime you want.”
Then he took her mouth with his in a kiss that made her head spin. It made her forget everything else.
Her dark king had that power over her, and she wasn’t complaining.
He pushed her thighs wide and drew her forward so her pussy was pressed against his lower stomach. “You’re not wearing panties.”
She groaned. She knew that he wouldn’t give this up. “No.”
“Fuck, yes.” He ran his hands up her thighs until the tips of his fingers reached the lips of her pussy.
Her breath hitched as he ran his finger over her clit.
He wouldn’t. Not here, right?
Shit. This was Owen. Who knew what he would do?
“Do you guys have to do that in my kitchen?” Grumpzilla snapped as he stormed past.
She stiffened and tried to move away but Owen held her tight.
“Yes,” Owen replied. “So shut up or leave.”
Crap.
She sucked in a breath as he moved another hand under her top to her breast. He ran his finger over her tight nipple.
God damn it.
It felt so good.
She’d never done anything this naughty or dirty in her life. Heck. She’d never had sex anywhere except in a bed. And she certainly hadn’t ever had someone touch her while others watched.
And yet . . . she wasn’t pushing him away or telling him no.
“Don’t worry about Judd,” Owen soothed. “All that matters is you. What you want.”
That wasn’t true.
Her wants never mattered.
“Don’t shake your head,” Owen commanded. “You’re my queen. You matter.”