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)
But she wasn’t certain that she was up to that yet.
“Good girl. Fuck. Yes. Swallow me down.”
He removed his hand from her hair, lightly holding her face as he came. She had a feeling that he was holding back. Maybe because of what she’d been through today, or perhaps he thought he couldn’t let go.
But she wasn’t going to bring it up yet.
Because as she drew off his cock, a wave of dizziness hit her. Whoops. She sort of collapsed forward onto his rock-hard abs. Damn.
“Chloe? Shit. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I’m better than fine. I’m buzzing.”
He ran his fingers through her hair. It probably looked messy as hell. She was in a state.
But for once . . . she didn’t much care.
She also didn’t think she could move. “Just gonna sleep here.”
“I like the idea but it’s not happening.”
“Can’t move.”
“Come here.” He drew her up his body so she was lying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her.
“What are you doing?”
“Holding you.” He patted her back. “There, there. Now. now.”
She rolled her eyes, grinning. Then he spun them over, putting her on her side. Reaching down under the covers, he grabbed the ice pack, putting it on her sore ankle. Then he curled around the back of her.
“You’re going to date us, baby girl.”
She let out a deep breath. “I can’t promise a future, though, Owen. No matter that you say you’re going to sort things. It can’t be sorted. And it’s not fair of me to get involved with you all when there is no future.”
“Then don’t worry about the future. Live in the now. Stop worrying about tomorrow.”
Easier said than done.
“The others? Will they really want that?”
“They will.”
He was so confident.
“So you’ll date us,” he said firmly.
“I don’t have a lot of free time.”
“Stop making up excuses. Do you want to spend time with us?”
More than anything.
“Fine. Yes. I want to spend time with you all.”
“Tomorrow.”
“I guess. I do have tomorrow off.”
“Tomorrow it is.”
“Are you sure they really want me?” she asked quietly.
“Keep asking me that with that doubt in your voice and I’m going to forget you’re exhausted. Instead, I’m going to spank your ass until you promise that you will never think of yourself as anything less than a queen. Got me?”
“You have a way with words,” she said dryly.
“I get straight to the heart of things. It’s my superpower.”
She snorted. “Are you making a joke, Owen Kingston?”
“I don’t think so. Did I?”
“Um, you said it was your superpower. You don’t have any superpowers.”
“Don’t I?” he drawled. “Obviously if you think that, then I didn’t do a good enough job with my tongue. I’ll have to rectify that.”
Holy. Shit.
Was he for real right now?
Yep, he was heading down there again, pulling down her panties, then spreading her legs so he could lick along her slick lips. She hadn’t thought it was possible for her to come again. But the guy was definitely talented with that tongue.
Superpower, huh?
Yeah . . . this could well be his. It wasn’t long until she was breathing heavily as he drove her higher and higher. Oh Lord, she was so close . . .
The bastard drew back.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathlessly. Why was he stopping? “I was there.”
“I know, baby girl.” He pushed the covers back so he could look up at her. Then he kneeled between her legs and grabbing her hips, he drew her ass up onto his lap. Her legs were spread, giving him a good look at her wet pussy.
Embarrassment stained her cheeks and she tried to wiggle away.
He held onto her, then slapped the side of her thigh. “Stay still.”
“Owen, what are you doing?”
“Looking at you. Playing with you.” He pressed two fingers deep inside her, then held them still.
“It feels like you’re punishing me.”
He got a wicked look on his face. Wait. He wasn’t . . .
“Why?”
“You trust me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Y-yes.” Although, at the moment she wasn’t sure she liked him very much.
What a meanie.
Whoa. Nope. She pushed her Little side away. This was a weird time for her to pop up. Then again, her inhibitions were down.
“Good girl.” He used the fingers of his other hand to play with her clit. “Now, pay attention.”
Pay attention?
His finger moved over her clit, and she clenched down on his other fingers with a soft moan.
“This is torture.”
“But the fun kind, right?”
“Maybe for you.”
“Oh, definitely for me. We all want you. All you need to do is give us a chance to show you.”
When was she ever going to get another chance to be with men like this?
Never.
“All right.”
“Good girl. I’m hungry again.” He slid down so his face was at her pussy.
Lord. Who was she to deny him? He lapped at her clit, thrusting his fingers in and out until she came again.