Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 156146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Which meant he was fighting a smile as he dealt with the condom.
Then he slid inside her.
Christ.
That look on her face, the same she had last night, when he first took her…
Fuck.
He started moving.
She anchored him to her with a long leg wrapped around his back.
Even so, he whispered, “Hold on.”
And the smile he got at that nearly made him come.
He didn’t.
Not until she did.
And then he let himself have it.
And as with anything with Chloe.
It was spectacular.
All of it.
Chapter 23
The Calm
Judge
Two days later…
“I can’t even…”
Judge had no more words.
Regardless if he did, he didn’t have it in him to give them.
This was because it was an imperative to shovel the scrambled eggs Chloe made him in his mouth.
She sat with him at her island, ate lazily and watched as he wolfed his food down.
She was wearing a smirk.
She knew how good those eggs were.
“It’s better if you prolong the pleasure,” she said with purposefully ironic timing.
He had one bite left.
He ate it.
Tender. Fluffy. Rich.
The best eggs he’d had in his life.
Only then did he ask, “How did you make those?”
“You don’t want to know,” she answered.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”
“Then I made them the French way.”
“And that would be?”
She picked up a piece of bacon, also perfectly crisped, and broke it in half. “A squeeze of lemon, cooked slowly, whisking constantly, in one tablespoon of butter per egg.”
Holy fuck.
“Did I just eat…?”
“Three tablespoons of butter?” she finished for him when he couldn’t go on. “Yes.”
She then casually dropped half of her bacon into Zeke’s open mouth.
Zeke instantly bowed his head and crunched.
“Babe, I don’t feed Zeke bacon,” he told her.
“I’m sorry?” she asked, then bit into her half of the rasher.
“I don’t feed Zeke bacon. And I never feed him at the table.”
“I didn’t feed him bacon,” she outright lied to his face.
He fought laughter and shared something she knew. “I just watched you do it.”
She turned her gaze down to Zeke. “Did your favorite woman in the whole wide world feed you bacon?”
Zeke, already having devoured the treat, got up on all fours and did a full body wag that could be taken as a no.
But mostly it was an I worship you because you’re you…and you give me bacon.
She patted his head and looked to Judge. “See?”
“Now you’ve got my dog lying for you.”
“I’ll speak for both Zeke and myself as I share we’re gravely insulted.”
She was not.
A glance at Zeke and he wasn’t either.
Judge grabbed his own rasher, muttering, “It’s good you rock a blowjob.”
“Please, Judge,” she drawled. “You’re with me because every other woman you’ve been with fell at your feet then bored you to tears, and I was hard to win, not to mention I’m insanely interesting.”
He was caught between laughing and being deadly serious when he said, “I’m with you because yesterday, you shared you’d arranged it with Mi that you’d have every Thursday and Sunday off, and you’d be going into work late on Friday. Therefore, if I wanted you, which I told you I do, and I’ll confirm that now, I could have you in my bed Wednesday and Thursday. And then you said I was free to be here from Friday to Sunday, should I so wish. And I so wish. But you should know, not one woman I’ve dated who lived in Phoenix put herself to that trouble for me. Arranged her life so I could have her in my space and I wasn’t the only one in a fucking car driving back and forth all the time.”
She stared at him, those beautiful brown eyes working hard as she took in all he said and all it meant.
“That or they were ambitious, which is good, but when they felt their careers were more important than mine, or what I did wasn’t serious, but what they did was, it’s bad,” he continued.
Chloe remained silent, her gaze not once leaving his face, but it flickered, and he saw the wildcat rearing.
But he wasn’t done.
“Or they came from money, and we can just say that Sasha might have fucked up because she’s struggling with some issues, but I’ve learned to know a spoilt bitch when I see her, because I dated one, and she took two years of my life before her mask slipped, and Sasha is not that.”
He could almost hear the growl of that cat reverberating through the room.
“Or they fell at my feet and bored me to tears,” he finished. “Though, I didn’t know that last part at the time. I do now that I know you.”
It took a beat for her to wrangle control of the she-beast within before she said softly, “More fool them, but very fortunate me.”
“Stop being sweet,” he replied in her same tone. “I haven’t recovered from fucking you yet, and I’m pretty sure my arteries are clogging with butter as we speak.”