Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“And I appreciate it. How much is it going to cost me?”
The sparkle heated and became pure lust. “So many orgasms I’m not going to be able to walk for a week.”
“Done,” he agreed immediately, drawing her flush to his chest. “I love you, beautiful.”
She pushed up on her toes and kissed him. “Love you too, but you’re not getting me to avoid whatever it is that’s bothering you.”
He stared at her chest as it moved up and down beneath the tight fit of her tank top. Outside the window was a winter paradise but inside, his wife wore a white tank top and low-slung jeans with blue socks on her feet that read I’m a delicate fucking flower.
“Bradford.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “One of my brother’s friends had an accident and is in a coma.”
“Oh shit, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t hear anything from Daisy about this.”
Shaking his head, he pulled her close enough he could rest his chin on the top of her head. “Not Livingston. Hastings.”
“Your brother who’s in the service.” She made it a statement as she tightened her hold on him.
“That’s him. This was one of his best friends.” He took a shuddering breath. “Fuck it! I don’t want to tell him.”
“You have to, Bradford. This isn’t something he should hear from someone else.”
“I don’t even know if I can reach him.” He really didn’t want to do this.
His woman was far more intuitive than he gave her credit for and she drew back, narrowed her gaze at him and waggled a finger.
“Then you leave him a message. Do the right thing.” She kissed him and walked away. “When you’re done, Mr. Rhodes, your wife will be lying on the chaise in the sunroom, looking out at this incredible view. Wearing the panties you got her. And nothing else.”
His gaze had already been glued to her ass as she’d turned to exit the room, and when she put her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans to lower them, he saw what she wore.
A purple lace thong that was just a fucking tempting satin bow in the back, begging for him to pull on one ribbon. To unwrap her. He growled low and took a step after her. Her jeans hit the floor of his office but she held up a finger while she walked out of them.
“After you make the call.”
Then she was gone, and he swore as he stumbled over his desk to get to his cell and find his brother’s number. It took him less than two minutes to call him and pass along the information he had before he was striding out of the office, yanking his shirt over his head as he moved.
As promised, she lay on the lounge, socks off, tank top on the floor beside her, allowing her full breasts to be free and just that purple lace on. Iris had her lower lip in her teeth as she slid her hand down her belly and teased below the waistband of the panties.
“Hands off, beautiful. That’s mine.” He kicked his shoes off and strode toward her in jeans and socks. One knee on the cushion, he grasped her by the back of the head and slammed his mouth on hers as he used his left hand to cup her pussy. “All mine,” he growled.
Bradford knew this was what he’d been missing, why he’d been so lost. This woman completed him. Pushed him. Challenged him. But most of all, she loved him for who he was, the arrogant asshole who wasn’t close to being perfect. And he would move mountains to prove his love to her.
She bucked up into his touch and her agreement came out in a low moan. “All yours.”