Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
"Yes," I groan, rocking with him. The slap of his balls against my ass stings in just the right way. I feel alive like I never have before. The way my heart pounds in my chest. The way Granger feels above me. The sounds of his grunts and the scent of sex in the air. It all seems to brand me like a physical mark on my skin making me his. His to touch. His to fuck. His to please.
"Come for me, Arwen," he growls, leaning down over me. "I want to feel your juices on my cock." He sinks his teeth lightly into the dip between my neck and shoulder, sucking my flesh into his mouth.
His bite is pleasure and pain, and exactly the mark he promised would let the world know I belong to him. I cry out his name as he goes wild above me, pounding into me without rhythm. He groans into my neck as my inner muscles flutter around him, and I come undone.
"Little one," he cries out, falling still above me. His cock jerks hard inside of me as he releases inside me, filling me full of him.
I fall limp beneath him, blood rushing in my ears and his sweat dripping onto my skin.
"Granger," I breathe, aftershocks still quaking through me. "There is no accountant."
"Thank God," he says, slipping out of me. His cum dribbles out. He growls when he sees it and scoops it up on his fingers. "This stays inside you."
"Oh my God," I moan, writhing as he pushes it back inside me. His thumb brushes over my clit.
"Fuck, I love the sight of you like this," he mutters, rolling to his side and dragging me into his arms. "It sure as hell beats listening to you hang up."
"You wait for me to hang up?"
"Every damn night," he growls.
"I want to take you out tonight," Granger announces, pulling his pants on.
"Yeah?" I ask, sitting up in the bed and pulling the sheet up around me, smiling. I'm still dazed, and completely sated from the intense way he made love to me. I lost count of how many times he made me come with his fingers and his mouth before reluctantly dragging himself out of bed.
"Yeah," he says, grinning at me. "Will you come?"
"You know I will," I say quietly. There's no doubt about that whatsoever. Granger, Tex…it doesn't matter what name he uses. I'll go anywhere he wants to take me.
"Good." He pulls his wife beater back over his head before leaning over me. His mouth descends on mine briefly, his kiss hot and hard. "Be ready at seven, little one."
"Okay."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier," he murmurs, wrapping a wayward curl around his finger.
"It's okay," I assure him, holding his gaze. "I'm just glad you did tell me."
"Me too," he says, grinning again. "You're fucking perfect, and not just when you're coming for me either. I hope you're ready for me, Arwen Grayson. I'm going to make you fall in love with me." With that, he picks up his tool belt and heads toward the door. "Marriage, babies. I want it all, little one."
"Hey, Granger?" I call, my heart turning somersaults in my chest.
He turns back to me, grinning. "Yeah, little one?"
"Call me anytime," I say with a wink.
"Oh, I plan on it," he promises, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent.
I flop back down on the bed, a smile plastered across my face. He's not going to have to try very hard to get me to fall in love with him considering that I'm already there. We're moving at the speed of light, but it just feels…right. Everything about him feels right. Better than that. It feels perfect.
Within seconds of the front door closing downstairs, my cell phone rings. I grab for it, the name on the display sending butterflies dancing through my stomach. I grin and swipe to answer. "Hi, this is Arwen…"
"Hello, Arwen, this is Granger," he murmurs.
"Hello, Granger." I laugh in delight, my heart rolling in my chest.
"You're naked for me, aren't you?" he asks.
"You could always come back up here and find out," I tease, snuggling up beneath the blankets that now smell like him.
The front door opens again.
"Little one," Granger calls from downstairs.
My smile grows so big it nearly splits my cheeks.
No, he's not going to have to try very hard at all.
Chapter Seven
Granger
"Hey, baby. It's Arwen."
I grip the phone tightly in my hand as her sweet voice whispers down the line. Desire stirs, hitting me like a fist at the breathless hitch in her voice. Every word I meant to say leaves my mind in an instant. The only thing left behind is burning hunger and the need to hear her come undone for me one more time.
"I need you naked," I growl.
"Oh, yeah? Then maybe you should come and do something about that," she says.