Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“Well, Mrs. Parker, I don’t pay you to spend all day gabbing away,” I remind her, knowing I’m asking for trouble.
“Oh, I know what you pay me for.”
“I must say that’s the other five percent of the job,” I tease.
“My favorite part of the job.”
“Mine too. In fact, I’ll have to bump that other to twenty percent,” I growl, kissing her neck.
“As much as I’d love that, I really have to get back to work. Bree has a doctor’s appointment soon.”
“Is she okay? She seems different lately.”
“She’s fine, but remember you have a meeting to prepare for, so I’ll leave you to it.” She pats my cock and leaves my office looking no different than before she stepped in here to be defiled. Damn, just thinking about her gets me hard all over again.
Casey
Four years later…
The sun beams on my face as I lay out on the lounge chairs. I’m in a bikini, but I probably shouldn’t be because baby number three is almost ready to pop out. Owen hasn’t stopped knocking me up as soon as the six-week period was over. I’m glad he’s my boss because I would have lost my job by now.
“What are you doing out here, sexy lady?”
I roll my eyes behind my sunglasses. I love that my husband is blind to my flaws. “Relaxing, what brings you here, handsome?”
“Brought you a drink, my luscious wife,” he growls, bending down and kissing me. I moan and sip from the fruit smoothie.
“Where are the boys?”
He takes a seat on the other lounge chair, resting his arms on his thighs while staring at me. “They’re all napping. Do you feel like swimming or would you like some other exercise?” he questions with a devilish grin.
“Um, I could use a nice swim. Do you want to join me?”
I stand up and grimace. “Baby, what’s wrong?” My stomach feels like it’s tearing in two. “Talk to me.”
The sound of water hitting the ground answers his question. “Fuck,” he scoops me up and carries me in the house. Owen’s on the phone with his mother who is going to take the boys for us. My neighbor will watch them until she gets there, but we have to leave before I give birth where I’m standing. I’m over a week late, so we’ve been going at it more often than usual. I cry out and cling to Owen’s body as he helps me into the car.
We are barely placed into the hospital room when my last baby comes out in style. Little Grace pushed through my bits in one damn contraction, shocking us all. None of my labors had been short. “It seems we waited forever for a girl, she had to rush out,” Owen teases.
“Yes, she knew how excited mommy was to have a little princess.”
“Little? They had to stitch your slit, honey. She’s ten pounds on the dot.”
“Really,” I gasp, entirely taken by surprise. She practically fell out of my cooter. I thought for sure that she was tiny. They all make your body feel like it’s splitting in two. “Well, she had more time to cook,” I admit.
“So we’re done?” he asks with a shit-eating grin that makes me want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.
Snarling, I emphatically declare, “You bet your ass.”
“We’ll see.” He leans down and places my sweet little girl in my arms. Immediately all the pain is forgotten, and I wonder why we don’t have twelve more. Not that I’d tell him that. The man is an elephant—never forgetting shit. “The boys are gonna love this little one.”
“Oh yeah. She’s going to be spoiled and well protected.”
“That’s the way my girls should be. Hell, my boys too.”
“I love you, Owen.”
“Casey, you’re mine forever.” He leans down and kisses me so deeply I feel my body clench wantonly like I didn’t just have a baby.
“Get some sleep. I’ll wake you if Gracie needs you or when the boys get here.” He scoops her into his arms as my eyes droop.
“Thank you. What would I do without you?” I sigh with a yawn.
“I don’t know, but I’m forever grateful that I have you.”
THE END