Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Missed you.”
“Been like thirty minutes.” I smile at him.
“Might have gotten jealous listening to you laughing out there without me. You never laugh that much with me.”
“I laugh with you.” I lick my lips. “Do other things with you too.”
After that kiss and feeling his body pressed against mine, my mind is thinking back to this morning and how he got me off.
“You’re blushing, Bunny. Are you thinking about something?” I nod. “You need me again like you did this morning? I’m more than happy to give you a repeat.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Let’s get you home then.” He grabs my jacket, putting it on me before he takes my hand to lead me out of the office.
Home. Damn, I love that he calls it home for me too.
“Where the hell are you two going? You just got here!” Ollie calls after us. My blush blooms.
“If you need to stay, we can,” I whisper, not wanting to get him into some kind of trouble because he’s always worrying over me.
“See you brats later,” Ben says to the girls. Pink winks at me while Ollie gives me a bright smile, and I realize they’re only teasing.
Ben opens the door to his SUV for me. Before I can even try to get in myself, he’s lifting me by my hips and putting me inside. He even pulls my seatbelt over me, clicking it into place.
“The only place I need to be, Bunny, is with you.” I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down for a kiss.
I truly think I’ve found my very own hero. I also think I’m already in love with him.
9
Ben
“I don’t have anything to wear.” I lean on the doorframe watching Bunny hop around the closet trying to find something to wear. She’s adorable even when flustered. “Don’t I need like leather pants and a leather jacket or something?”
She turns to face me, her face pleading for guidance. This is another thing I shouldn’t be getting off on. How she is always looking to me to guide her hand. It’s not that I don’t want her to do things on her own. If she wants to, I’m more than okay with that, but there is something about her always looking to me that makes me want to puff out my chest.
“Babe, it’s an MC club in a warehouse. Jeans and a shirt are fine.”
“I think I’ve got some jeans.” She’s off again, shuffling through the hangers.
I’ve learned a lot about my girl over the last week. She prefers flowy dresses with strappy sandals. Dresses that taunt me to no end. Pink and Ollie had brought her a wide range of things, but once I saw she was favoring the dresses, I took her shopping today so she could pick up more. I want her to have the things that make her comfortable.
If this place starts to feel like home, then maybe she’ll make that permanent because she hasn’t said anything about clearing out her old place. Not that I’m sure it’s time to do that. Only because I don’t know if someone might be watching it. Waiting for her to return.
“I didn’t mean you have to wear jeans. I was just saying that it can be pretty casual so you can wear whatever you want.” I’d prefer it if she was covered from head to toe, but I don’t say that out loud.
I fear she’s going to think I’m overbearing if I say or press too much, so I try and keep those things tucked away the best I can. Right now, that’s not too hard. She’s still healing and clings to me for safety, but I know in time she’s going to start to want her space. I want her to feel safe even when I’m not around, but damn, do I love when she clings to me. I’m savoring that while I have it.
“How about this?” She holds up a pair of jeans, a sexy black shirt that looks like it’s going to show a ton of cleavage, and a pair of pink strappy sandals. Fuck me. “Wait! Shorts. It was warm today.” She ditches the jeans and finds a pair of jean shorts. “You don’t like them?” Her face falls, meaning mine must be giving something away.
“Babe, you can wear a brown paper bag, and I’m still going to want to touch you constantly.”
“Well, I like when you touch me, and this means you’ll have more places to touch.”
She’s killing me here. Our days are about the same. I wake to her wrapped around me, wiggling around, wanting her morning orgasm, which I give her before I slip from the bed while she falls back to sleep for a little. I handle my dick before I get dressed and make us breakfast and then we head into Hart Bonds.