Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“No, don’t be. It’s not bad. I promise.” She kisses my palm.
“Are you sure?” I hope so because I’m still only hanging on by a thread. Sweat coats my skin. She nods, and I slowly begin moving again. With every stroke, I pick up the pace, and she relaxes as her tension turns to pleasure. She’s the most amazing woman in the world, and she’s all mine. My heart beats out of control the longer I’m inside of her. I’m on the edge, and I can’t hang on.
I clench my eyes shut, attempting to stave off my orgasm, but her walls are constricting around me. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, Sawyer,” she demands.
“I’m going to give you my babies.”
“Please.” I rut into her, our sweaty bodies roughly banging against one another and then I let go, releasing my orgasm in one blissful shout, filling Jillian with all of me. My body loses all its strength, and I kiss her lips softly as I roll off to the side, taking Jillian with me, cradling her close.
Chapter Seven
Jillian
“Good morning, soon-to-be wife.” He leans down and places a light kiss on my lips. “How are you feeling?”
I stretch out and sigh, feeling the effects of having lost my virginity to a six-foot-two virile man with a lot of hunger inside. “Sore and happy. Good morning, man of my dreams.”
“No more dreams. It’s all a reality, my love. It’s time to get ready for work, and then we’ll visit your parents during our lunch break today.”
“During lunch?” My parents work at random hours, so there’s no guarantee they’ll be home.
“Yes. They’re both off at that time, so it will be the perfect time for us to see them. I want to get married as soon as possible.” I smile at his urgency because it’s all I’ve ever wanted, but I’m curious how he knows they’re off.
“How do you know their schedules?” I smile and sit up in bed.
He tugs down the sheet, peeking at my breasts. “I had it confirmed when I woke up.”
“Oh.”
“You hungry, baby?”
“A little, but what time is it?” The sun is bright.
“It’s seven. We don’t have to be in the office until ten today. Lennox is handling everything, and Thorne is meeting us when we get in.”
“Thorne? Is that your lawyer?” I remember Sawyer mentioning him yesterday.
“Yes. Now let’s get ready, beautiful.”
“Um… you forgot one thing…I don’t have clothes here.”
“I didn’t forget that, my beloved Jillian.” He reaches out with a hand and I take it, letting the sheet fall. “Although you do look fetching dressed like that.”
“I can’t wear this to work, though.”
“Not if you don’t want me to end lives today. Now—these are for you.” He opens a large double-door closet with an auto light, and I’m shocked by how deep and wide it is. It’s almost as large as a regular bedroom.
“Oh my goodness.”
“You like it, love?”
“I love it.”
“Good. Now get in the shower, and let’s get ready so I can feed your sexy ass, and then we can head into the office. The sooner I can get you out of here, the sooner we can plan our wedding.”
“You’re anxious to get married.”
“Like you said—we wasted too much time, and we’re not doing that anymore.” I’m a little suspicious about the rush, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I want to marry this man more than anything.
I shower quickly, but I don’t know where Sawyer went. While I get dressed, I don’t find any panties in the closet, so I decide to go commando in a cute skirt. I’ll grab a pair at my parents’ house when we stop there.
“Ready, beautiful?”
“Yes.” He takes my hand and leads me out to his SUV where a man is waiting.
He leans in and answers the unspoken question in my eyes. “I wanted some alone time with you. This is Tim. He’s my usual driver, Jillian.”
“Ms. Jillian, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He nods and then holds the door open for us.
I slide in and Sawyer follows, sitting extremely close to me. The space inside grows hot and full of tension. “Sawyer, do you think this is wise?” He leans over and breathes me in, nose brushing along my throat, nudging my hair to the side before sliding kisses over my heated skin.
“No, it’s probably not, but I could get used to this.” He lifts me onto his lap and grinds my pussy on to him, only to be interrupted by his phone. “We’ll continue this later, Jilly Bean.”
Unhooking myself from his waist, I set myself back down in my seat. “Buckle up.” He then tells the driver that we’re ready before he takes his call and adjusting his suit jacket as if we weren’t about to get hot and heavy. Not once does he give me a second glance. It’s all business and I try not to be bothered, but the woman in me can’t fight the depressing ache that he will always put earning millions ahead of our relationship.