Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“We both have work.”
“The office doesn’t need me. And you’re calling in sick.”
There was nothing I wanted more than to stay there with him, making love on that cheap air mattress all day. “I would, but I have a presentation this afternoon…”
He growled in my ear.
“I’m sorry.”
He pressed on the top of his shaft and guided his head inside my slick entrance. “You’ll have to make it up to me later.”
“That sounds fair.”
He sank inside me perfectly, gliding until he was balls deep. He used to struggle to get inside me, but now my pussy had been molded to his girth. I could take him just enough to make him fit, but I was still as tight as before. He bent his neck down so his lips could be near mine. “Cherry, you feel so good.”
“You feel better.”
He kissed the corner of my mouth as he started to rock, shifting the mattress with his movements. The momentum made me shift forward even farther, my body bouncing back and sliding onto his dick once more.
He took it nice and slow like I liked, enjoying my mouth just as his dick enjoyed my pussy. His lips felt mine with purpose, enjoying their fullness and softness. He breathed into me as he started to moan, as if he hadn’t just had me twice the night before.
My orgasms happened faster than they had before, probably because the man I loved, loved me in return. It wasn’t just sex anymore. It was my fantasy, exactly what I hoped I would find someday. I had a man who cared about me, who took care of me, and who loved me with everything that he had.
That was enough to make me explode.
My pussy tightened around him instinctively, gripping him with a powerful force. I felt the moisture pool around him and make him even slicker than he was before. His come was still inside me from the night before, and I felt his cock push it deeper inside me. “Slate…yes.”
“This is your favorite position, isn’t it?” he asked, breathing into my ear.
“Yes…” He was so deep at this angle, and I felt dominated completely. I’d never wanted to be dominated before I met him. I wanted Prince Charming, a chivalrous man who would open doors for me and wait until I was ready. Instead, I got a much darker, moodier man. But I wouldn’t change anything.
His body stiffened noticeably, gave a small jerk, and then shuddered as he climaxed. He let his cock sit completely inside me as he finished, filling my cavity with another impressive load of come. He let out a small moan of pleasure, enjoying his orgasm as much as I enjoyed my own.
When he finished, he stayed deep inside me.
I wanted another round, but I was already going to be late to work as it was. “I have to go…”
He growled against my ear.
“But when I’m off work, I’m all yours.”
“You’re always mine—whether you’re at work or not.” He kissed my shoulder before he slowly pulled his softening dick out of me. He rolled over then got off the air mattress to grab his clothes.
I was excited to sleep in his bed again. That air mattress was starting to hurt my back. I got to my feet then picked up my clothes off the ground.
“I can take your stuff with me back to the penthouse.” He pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his rock-hard body then grabbed his coat from the plastic chair.
“Why?”
He buttoned the coat all the way up to the top since it was snowing outside. “What do you mean why?”
“Why do you want to take all of my stuff?”
“Because you aren’t living here anymore.”
“I’m not?” I asked, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice. Just because we got back together didn’t mean he wanted to live together. I figured nothing about that had changed.
“No. You’re living with me. You think I’m going to let you stay here by yourself?”
“You were at one point…”
His eyes flinched at the insult. “I want you to live with me. I just assumed you knew that.”
“You do?” I whispered. Knowing that he loved me and wanted me was enough. I didn’t expect anything else.
“Yes. I want you in my bed every night. I haven’t been able to sleep since you left…until last night. It doesn’t feel right without you there. Even with Coen around, I feel so lonely. I’ve been drinking beer and eating chips nonstop.”
“Whoa…you’ve been eating carbs?”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “Yes.”
“And I missed that?”
“We can have some beer and chips when you get home tonight.”
“That sounds like a plan. But what about this place?”
He looked around the living room and shrugged. “It’s yours. Do whatever you want with it.”
“You bought it, Slate. It belongs to you.”
“It’s in your name.”