Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
The tingles spreading from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair augment when Maksim grinds out his release. He thrusts into me another three times before the hot spurts of cum erupting from his cock extend my orgasm.
“Fuck, Doc,” he groans between frantic breaths as he struggles to fill his lungs with air. “How is this even real?” He bites at my lips and licks up a droplet of sweat before he rolls over, taking me with him.
We lay entangled for several long minutes, the heat never lessening despite our nakedness.
How could it when the most intimate parts of our bodies are still joined?
“No,” Maksim murmurs a short time later when I attempt to wiggle out of his embrace. I’d rather stay wrapped up in his warmth, but even if I hadn’t studied the female anatomy, I’d still know the importance of using the facilities after sexual activities. “Let him stay. My cock loves being surrounded by your heat.”
His groggy voice is so sexy nothing but need fuels my tone when I ask, “Even when we’re not doing anything?”
Maksim lowers the arm he threw over his eyes before peering at me. I smile when I notice how at peace he seems. There’s no crinkle between his brows, and his eyes still shimmer with danger, but more because of the damage they could inflict on my heart than anything else.
“Even when we’re not doing anything.” His cock twitches, and the fire that has barely simmered reignites all over again. “Though I doubt that will be a regular occurrence. It seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to you.”
“Oh sweet Jesus,” I murmur when he shows inhumane strength by rising to his feet without losing our connection. He doesn’t even strain under the pressure of our conjoined weights as he exposes that the bumps in his midsection aren’t for show. He has impressive core strength.
As he walks us toward the attached bathroom, he says, “I’ll get you cleaned up like your germ phobia is rubbing off on me, Doc, but we may get a little dirty in the meantime.”
I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t hopeful.
CHAPTER TWENTY
If anyone tells you flying first class is the epitome of wealth, they’re lying. First class is everything you think your heart desires until you’re spoiled by a private jet.
Ivanov Industries’ private jet is massive. It has rows of plush leather recliners, a marble kitchen full to the brim with snacks and expensive bottles of champagne, and a bedroom that could have been put to good use if Maksim hadn’t offered for Zoya to fly back with us.
She heard me orgasm multiple times through a wall. I don’t want to subject her to more torture since the jet’s walls are thinner than the hotel’s.
Furthermore, Maksim has been a little preoccupied for the past six hours. He made sure Zoya and I had everything we needed for our flight and gave me the same forehead kiss he did this morning when he slipped out of me after sleeping inside me all night, but he’s being different. I wouldn’t exactly say cold, but something is definitely occupying his time.
As the jet taxis toward a private hangar, Zoya shifts my focus away from the door Maksim disappeared behind hours ago to her. “I honestly didn’t think your husband could get any hotter.” When paper crinkles in her hand, my mouth falls open. She has the terms Maksim and I agreed to before we wed in her hand. “Cock warming…” She moans in a way I wish never to hear again. “That’s like top tier in the alpha stakes.”
By snatching our contract out of her hand, I act as if I am not as equally turned on by the slight alteration Maksim made to his one term. “Where did you get this? You’re such a snoop.”
“I am not. It was sitting out for the world to see.”
I glare at her, calling her a liar without words.
It buckles her lie in less than thirty seconds. “It was in the breast pocket of Maksim’s suit jacket. Since that’s where all men file their important documents, it was pretty much begging for me to take a look at it.” She waits for me to tuck away that little tidbit of information before she twists her torso to face me. “You’ve got to admit, it is pretty hot that he wants to be up in your business as often as possible.”
“It’s not solely about sex,” I try to defend. “It’s about connection and—”
“Your naughty bits being stuffed to the brim as often as possible?”
She laughs like a hyena when I smash a pillow in her face but doesn’t attempt to apologize to the air hostess, who startled at the derogative tone, lumping the task onto me.