Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Michael was both handsome and rich, and women were throwing themselves at him constantly. Jericho is richer, and while I loved Michael, Jericho is the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life. I don’t even want to think about the number of women who try to get his attention. Even tonight, the hostess that showed us to the table eye-fucked him the whole way. Jericho didn’t seem to notice, though.
I try to shake the thoughts of him with anyone else. The man definitely knows what he’s doing when it comes to a woman. He’d been better at getting me off than even I am with my own dang body. A thought suddenly hits me. I don’t know why I haven’t thought about it before now.
A surge of panic hits me as Jericho pulls up to the front of the house. He throws the vehicle into park and is out of it half a second later. I would laugh at how much of a hurry he’s in if I weren’t so nervous.
My door swings open, and he pops off my seatbelt before I can even try to undo it myself.
“We should probably talk about a few things,” I say when he pulls me into his arms.
“We’ve been talking,” he grumbles as he pulls on my hand to move faster toward the door. He must not care for my pace because a second later I’m in his arms after he swings the front door open.
“What are you doing?” I almost laugh.
“You’re going to hurt your ankle in those heels.” He kicks the door closed behind us before he bolts up the stairs.
“We really need to talk,” I try again when we enter his bedroom. I expect him to toss me onto the bed and start ripping his clothes off, but he actually sets me down gently. Then starts pulling at his clothes. The second his broad chest comes in to view, I almost forget I need to tell him I’m a virgin.
“I’m clean,” he suddenly says. Okay, not what I was going to ask, but I should have.
“Do you get tested regularly or something?” I ask.
This is really killing the mood. I don’t want to even think about it. I mean, I’m sure he thinks I’ve been sleeping with my husband all this time or he had until I vaguely admitted that Michael and I didn’t share a bedroom. That we were kind of platonic but Jericho thinks we have a baby together.
“No.” He yanks his belt from his slacks. It hits the ground with a loud thud. “I love that dress on you, but it's going to be ruined if you don’t get it off in the next few seconds.”
“Ruined?” I glance down at my dress. Right when I realize what he means, it’s already too late. The sound of it ripping is loud in the room. I gasp in shock. I’m not sure why. My panties meet the same fate. He presses me down onto the bed, his body covering mine. I stare up into his dark gaze. For so long I’ve wanted this. To feel this with him.
“Ruined. The same way you ruined me all those years ago.” My heart starts to pound. “I don’t need a test because there hasn’t been anyone before you and there won’t be anyone after. You’re all I see when you’re not even there.” He growls. A flash of that anger I haven't seen from him in a while back in his eyes. “Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is you. It’s been maddening knowing you belonged to someone else. That you gave him a baby.”
Is that why he’s been so angry? It’s not only about me being a cheater in his eyes but that he wanted me so badly for himself. It’s hard for me to imagine that he’d wanted me all of these years. That he felt that crazy connection that day too.
He knees my legs apart. “But now you’re going to be mine. No one else will ever know this body.” I moan as his cock brushes against my clit. I’m still soaked from the orgasm he’d given me. My thighs are coated in my release. It’s almost embarrassing how wet I am. “Say it, Sera. That you’ll never let another man touch you. You’ll only carry my babies now.”
“Only you.” His words should probably scare me, but all I feel is desire. I’m getting off on how pissed he is thinking about me being with someone else. He doesn’t hate me. I don’t think he ever really did. He just hated that he couldn't have me so he was a jerk.
I suck in a breath when he starts to push his cock inside of me. “You’re so damn tight,” he groans.
“You’re big.” I grip his shoulders. He only has the head of his cock inside of me, and he’s already stretching me wide.