Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“That’s what the dog is for.” I frown.
“Do you think Sammy’s going to take his hands off that dog. I’ll look after it.” She puts her hands together, pleading with me as she bounces on the spot. “Please. I’ll beg,” she whispers.
I look at her flatly. “Bree, if this isn’t already you begging, I dread to think what is.” I exhale heavily and glance over at Willow who is currently smiling down at the ugliest cat in the world.
Fuck’s sake.
The lady appears with the puppy, handing it to Samuel, but my focus is on Willow.
Fine…
I’ve totally lost control of this situation. “We’ll take the ginger kitten, too, please.”
Willow and Bree start to shriek and clap their hands.
“Dad, you’re the best!” Willow cries.
Bree smiles up at me, her eyes linger tenderly on my face.
“Don’t say a word,” I warn her.
She giggles and links arms with Willow as they continue to play with the cat.
Great. Not only do I now have to deal with having blue balls, but I have to watch out for a cat attacking my dick in my sleep.
Brielle
“The movie is starting, guys,” Sammy calls.
The microwave pings right on cue. Willow takes out the second bag of popcorn and tips it into the bowl.
I’ve just made a beautiful dinner and the house is alive with playful baby animals. It’s been a wonderful day.
I walk into the living room to find it dark, with the kids lounging on their beanbags and Julian on the couch. He’s covered himself with a huge blanket, and he pats the sofa next to him. I smile, liking that he wants to sit next to me.
Tillie, our puppy, and Maverick, our kitten are now curled up on their little beds next to the children.
I lie down and Julian covers me with the blanket, pulling my feet onto his lap. God, I just want to kiss him.
Seeing him trying so hard with the children is literally exploding my ovaries.
“What are we watching?” I ask.
“The Terminator,” Willow tells me, her eyes glued to the screen.
“I’ll be back,” I say in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice.
Julian rolls his eyes.
“I feel like I should get up and go to the bathroom just so I can say I’ll be back,” I chuckle
“God help us,” Julian mutters dryly.
I giggle. “I crack myself up.”
“We know.”
I laugh again, and for two hours I sit, completely lost in the movie. “How much do you reckon he would eat to be that size?” I ask.
“Please don’t talk.” Julian sighs.
So serious. I wiggle my foot on his lap to annoy him and he grabs it and grinds it against his cock, staring straight ahead at the TV, stony faced.
Oh, this is fun.
He rubs my foot over his dick again, flexing it so I can feel it move beneath my skin.
My insides begin to melt.
I wonder what it would be like to have him in this house? To have him sneak into my bed at night, and to hold him as I slept. I have this nagging little voice in my mind telling me that I’m developing feelings for him. Especially after today.
I’m not. I know exactly what this is.
It is just fucking, right? But somehow it feels like more, and we bounce off of each other so well. His flirty little comments, his constant worry over me, his eyes lingering on my face when he thinks I’m not looking, and his comfortable complaints about my terrible sense of humor… they all leave me thinking things I shouldn’t be thinking.
Stop it.
He rubs my foot over himself again, and I smile to no one in particular.
I want to have sex in this house. I want to break him so that he can’t help himself. If we have sex here, he’ll have to accept the fact that the woman he thinks is too good for him is also the woman he can fuck.
They’re both me. I’m the same person. I don’t know why he wants to keep us separate, but I think fear has a lot to do with it.
When I'm in the hotel, it's on his terms. His mother said that he is happy when things are on his terms. Then and only then. I need to move this whole thing to be on my terms… but how?
He grinds my foot again and I watch him, knowing he’s turned on. He needs it. He’s so sexual. I imagine he’s the kind of man that would want you every day if you were his wife.
His wife.
What would that be like?
What would it be like to have him love me and take care of me forever?
I close my eyes.
Stop it.
I feel his cock jerk beneath me, and my eyes flicker up to him.
His eyes are rolled back in his head. My mouth falls open and he smirks to himself.
Is he for real?