Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“You mean that? We can tell him?”
“We can, but, Roman, I don’t want you to walk away from the shop. You put in just as much work, time, and money into that place as the rest of them did. You deserve to be there.”
“It doesn’t matter, Emerson. There is no choice to be made where you’re concerned. I got a taste of life without you, and it’s not something I ever want to live through again. I can work at any shop. There is only one Emerson Huntley. Soon to be Bailey.” He winks.
“Let’s get through telling my brother before we make plans to change my name.”
“Before that, I think I was supposed to be showing you how well my cock fits inside you.”
“Permission granted,” I say, lifting my legs to lock them around his hips.
Reaching between us, he guides himself to where he needs to be, and slowly inches inside me. He stops to kiss me, and my body relaxes enough for him to push all the way in. We’ve had sex every day since our first day, and he’s still a tight fit, but Roman always takes his time with me.
“So fucking good,” he mumbles against my lips.
“You don’t have to be easy with me, Rome. I won’t break.”
“You’re precious to me.”
“I know. That’s why I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
His eyes widen in shock. He’s been taking his time with me these past couple of weeks, and I appreciate that, but I want him wild and unhinged.
“What?” he croaks.
“You heard me. I want you to give me all of you.” I use my legs, which are wrapped around his waist, to hold him inside me.
“Baby, it’s too soon. You’re still new at this.”
“Am I safe with you?”
By the look on his face, you would have thought that I slapped him. “Of course you are. What kind of question is that?”
“A valid one. You would never intentionally hurt me, Roman. Babe, I’m not made of glass. We’re in this together, and I know you’re holding back. Don’t. Not with me. Not anymore.”
“You have to tell me if it’s too much, Emerson. I mean it.” He gives me a stern look.
“I promise.”
It won’t be too much.
Overwhelming? Possibly.
Intense? Most definitely.
Too much? Never.
“Slide your hands under my arms, and grip my back.”
I do as he says as anticipation flows through my veins. My heart is pounding, and heat pools between my thighs.
“Your pussy is pulsing like crazy. You really want this?”
“I really want you. All of you.”
“I’m yours.” He pulls out slowly, and I can feel the delicious slide of his piercing against my inner walls. When he’s almost all the way out, he slams back in.
And that sets the pace.
Fast, rough thrusts of his hips into mine, and all I can do is hold on. The night sky in the backdrop of the man I love, giving me everything he’s got.
This is yet another moment when I fall even more in love with him.
“Touch yourself, baby girl. Play with my pussy, because I’m about to lose control, and you know the rule.”
I do know the rule. I come first. He won't budge on this. Which is something else I’ve learned over the last couple of weeks. Moving my hands, I brace one on his bicep while the other slides between us.
As soon as I touch my clit, it’s as if a jolt of electricity is injected into my veins. “Yes!”
“Good girl,” he rasps between thrusts. “You gonna come for me, baby girl? Your pussy is trying to milk my cock, but not yet,” he pants. “Not. Yet.” He thrusts, and my orgasm tears through me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolls throughout my body. I arch my back, my nipples rubbing against his chest, only heightening the experience.
“My fucking girl!” Roman roars as he spills inside me.
His head is tilted back to the night sky, and I admire this man, my man. He’s all I’ve ever wanted, and it's still sometimes hard to believe he’s mine.
When he lowers his head to look at me, he has that dopey, joyful look on his face. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
He kisses me sweetly as he eases out of me. We clean up as best we can, with leftover napkins—not the best option, but it’s what we have to work with. We get dressed, and he holds me in his arms.
“I wish you were coming home with me.”
“I know. I couldn’t think of a reason to stay with Monroe again. I’ve been using that excuse a lot lately. I promised Forrest I’d be home tonight and we could have breakfast together tomorrow and catch up.”
“You should be waking up in my arms, and I should be making you breakfast before enjoying you as mine.”
I laugh. I love that we can have fun together after such an intense moment. “One day.”