Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“Move,” I demand between kisses. I need more of him.
“Tell me how you feel first.” He lifts his head, his eyes searching my face. His whole body is stiff, and I can feel the tension that’s built up in him. He’s fighting himself not to take me further before I’m ready.
“I feel like I’m falling in love,” I admit.
“You will love me,” he demands before he finally lets go, giving me what I asked for. The last of that control he’d been holding on to shatters. He proceeds to claim me over and over again.
17
GRIFFIN
“No more.” She rolls over.
I pull her to me, my cock nestled against her ass. “You must be joking.”
“I can barely breathe.” She giggles. “And I’m pretty sure we haven’t slept much the past two days.”
“Mrs. Putnam has provided food, and I let you sleep … Some.” I bite her shoulder.
She squeals and turns toward me, her lips still bruised from days and days of kissing. I lean down and nibble at the bottom one.
“You’re a bad influence.” She wraps her arms around my neck and snuggles closer with a yawn. “I’m certain this behavior isn’t befitting a guardian.”
“Not in the least.” I grab her ass and squeeze.
“Griff!” She laughs again and smacks my arm. “Sleep!”
I give up and stroke her hair. She’s right, after all. She needs rest. We’ve spent every moment tangled up in each other, passing the days in a sensuous haze. I don’t want it to end, but even my sweet Vivian needs rest sometimes.
“I love you, Vivian.” I kiss her hair as she lets out the cutest little snore.
Mama stands up and stretches, then hops over the enclosure and pads to the bedroom door. She sits and stares at me.
I don’t want to get out of bed. I’d much rather spend all my time with Vivian, but Mama stretches and claws down the side of the doorframe, then sends yet another look my way. With a sigh, I ease out from under Vivian, then make sure she’s tucked well beneath the covers.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper and open the door for Mama, who trots off like she’s on a mission. I have no idea where she’s headed. Maybe she heard a mouse or something.
I consider getting back into bed, then decide Vivian needs some actual sleep, not me pawing at her. Because even now, I want to jump her, to pin her beneath me and make her moan.
Before my resolve fails, I hurry to my closet, throw on some clothes, and leave the room quietly. Once in the hallway, I realize it’s midday, the sun high and bright through the windows. I don’t think I’ve bothered to open the drapes even once this weekend.
“Look what the cat dragged in. Literally.” Mrs. Putnam opens a can of fresh food for Mama as I take a seat at the kitchen island.
If it’s lunchtime, I should go back up and check on Vivian. Maybe she’s hungry. Maybe she wants more of me. Maybe I can eat her pussy while she eats a sandw–
“Are you even listening to me?” Mrs. Putnam tosses the empty can into the recycling.
“Of course. You were saying?” I clear my throat.
“I said you’ve been shut up with Vivian for days. Would you care to share any information with me?” She goes to the fridge and pulls out her famous chicken salad, then goes to the oven and cracks it to get a better look at the fresh croissants she’s baking.
“Those smell amazing.”
“I’m aware.” She closes the oven and whirls on me. “Have you decided what you intend to do?”
“About what?” I shrug.
She snags an energy drink from the fridge and hands it to me. “About Vivian, young man.” She rolls her eyes.
“I feel like I’ve been doing plenty already.” I smirk.
She smacks me on the back of the head. “You know what I mean.”
I try to imagine anyone else striking me. I can’t do it. Any of my men would lose their hand if they raised it against me. But Mrs. Putnam doesn’t ask permission, and we both know her hands are far too valuable for me to chop off.
“You may have wowed her in the sheets, but it seems you’ve forgotten your engagement for the evening.” She raises a brow at me.
“That’s tonight?” The dinner with Grant hadn’t crossed my mind, but now I rise and start to pace. “We’ll need to get Vivian some dresses to choose from and–”
“Done.” She crosses her arms over her chest, the black fabric of her dress getting wrinkly with disdain just like her face. “I’ve handled everything. I even ordered all the ingredients she’ll need to make the lava cake dessert she’s been talking about. If you hadn’t worn her out, she’d be down here right now.”
“Shit.” I scrub a hand down my face.