Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I bark a laugh. “Me? Grovel? River, are you going to fuck me tonight or not?”
“I thought you once said you do the fucking,” he says with an arrogant smile. “We’ll talk business after.”
“And then that’s it. We’re done after that, right?”
He laughs. “Oh, Anya, we’ve only just begun.”
CHAPTER 31
River
My dogs are barking the minute we pull up to my house and I park in the garage. They arrived the day after Anya successfully freaked the fuck out over a kiss, and I was so fucking happy to see both of them. Getting out of the car and moving to the other side to open her door, she steps out and follows me through the garage. She looks at my multitude of sports cars.
“You like cars,” she notes.
“You like shiny jewels. We all have our vices,” I tell her.
She already asked on the way over what breed my dogs are—Chow Chows. They’re temperamental little fucks, but also the best.
I know she’s not here just to see my dogs.
She wants this agreement to end between us, but I want it to continue.
I still don’t know enough about Meredith’s connection to her parents, and I’ve decided I won’t yet say anything until I have all the facts.
“Did you grow up with dogs?” I ask as I lead her to the door from the garage into the main house.
“No, Meredith is allergic,” she says, walking behind me.
The dogs’ barking has shifted from the front door to the garage door, and it’s only increased. They know someone else is with me.
“Don’t pet them. Let them sniff you first,” I instruct. She nods her head, and I can see the hint of a smile on her face as I open the door. Both dogs push past me and go straight for her. She stays stock-still, not afraid at all. I like her lack of fear. There isn’t one brittle or delicate bone in this woman’s body. Except a small one for her brother, one that I hope I can shift to me instead.
The dogs circle her, sniffing. She eyes them and offers the back of her hand. Barry is the first to sniff it, and when he returns to sniffing her leg, she reaches out and touches his fluffy fur. They’re both due for a cut soon, especially around their eyes. Anya runs her hand down his coat, and he pushes up against her, always a sucker for a good scratch. Stan, on the other hand, can’t stop sniffing her.
“Stan,” I call, and he eyes me before he comes running over. I pat his back before he runs back over to her.
“These are the dogs you’re going to feed one of your men to?” She chokes on a disbelieving laugh.
I arch an eyebrow. “You’re lucky you’re with me. If you were someone trying to break in, it would be a very different story.”
“I want them,” she says as she offers Stan her hand before she runs it down his back, just as she did with Barry. She seems content with animals, which is somewhat surprising.
“Well, it seems they like you,” I say.
“Of course they do. What’s not to like?”
I agree with her but stay silent. The last thing this she-devil needs is a further inflated ego.
“You can come in now.” She looks up from petting the dogs but makes no move to enter the house.
“I didn’t come for you. I came to see your dogs.” She smiles. “So why would I come into the house?”
“Here.” I bark out the command, pointing next to me. Both dogs come running to me, and I tell them to go back inside.
“Well, that was unfair,” she says, pouting.
“Was it?” I reach for her. “Now, get your fucking ass inside.”
“Why? Do you plan to shut me up with your cock in my mouth?” she sasses with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Is that what you want?”
“It’s not something I often offer. But I rather enjoyed myself last time,” she says, and it appears admitting it pains her.
I step into her space, grabbing her by the hip as I rub my cock against her. Fucking hell, she’ll be the death of me.
“My cock is going in your mouth, and you will fucking like it,” I growl. She takes a breath, and I can see her peaked nipples beneath her dress. So perfect. Always ready to go for me.
“We have to talk business first,” she breathes out.
“You have from now until we get to the stairs. I suggest you talk fast,” I reply as I throw her over my shoulder. She yelps at the undignified way I’m carrying her.
“It’s serious stuff, River,” she yells over my shoulder.
I slap her ass. “And so is me filling that beautiful cunt of yours. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
“You were the problem in the first place,” she chastises.