Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
She turns in my arms and I try to ignore the feeling of her bare breasts pressed against my chest. “It’s not your fault, Smoky. I knew I should have been behind the bar, but Teddy said he needed me on the floor.”
I take a deep breath and slowly release it. It looks like I’ll be looking for a new assistant because he did the exact opposite of what I told him to do.
I lay my head against hers. She has the smell of beer and sweat from the man that grabbed her.
I take her hand and walk her to the bathroom. I turn the water on and then help her undress.
I know she’s uncomfortable with this by the way she tries to shield her body from me. I grab her hands and stop her. “No, honey. It’s not about that. I want you. There’s no doubt I want you, but right now, I only want to help you.”
She nods her head and drops her arms to her sides.
I help her into the shower stall and quickly remove my clothes while her back is turned. I climb in behind her and she stands there with her head back and the water beating down on her. The glistening water rolls down her body and my cock hardens at the sight of her curves. My imagination didn’t do her justice. She’s breathtaking.
My hands go to her shoulders and I caress them until she’s no longer tight. Then I take a sponge hanging on the wall and coat it with soap. I run it down her back, across her rounded ass, and down her legs. She turns to face me and my cock twitches. She gasps when she sees me naked, but at least she doesn’t run from the bathroom. I stroke her breasts, her belly, between her thighs and down her legs. She’s arching toward me and I know that if I was a lesser man, I would take her right now, standing up against the shower wall.
When I stand back up, I put shampoo in my hand and turn her around to wash and condition her hair. She moans as I massage her scalp. Once I rinse her off, she turns to me and grabs the sponge off the wall.
I smile at her, secretly happy that we’re making progress.
I take the sponge from her. “Baby, if you touch me right now, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
I wash quickly, tugging on my cock a few times as I clean myself. She watches me, her eyes big and hungry.
I throw it down and turn off the water. I dry her quickly and can barely take my eyes off her bruises.
I pull a T-shirt out of the drawer and slide it over her towel-covered head. I pull on a pair of boxers and then lead her over to the bed, pulling down the covers and helping her sit down.
“Have you eaten?” I towel dry her hair and then unwrap it, handing her my brush.
She takes it and starts brushing out her hair. “I ate lunch earlier today.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I go into the kitchen and quickly make her something to eat.
When I walk back into the bedroom, she’s looking up at me with hooded eyes. “Here, honey. Sit up.”
She scoots backwards and leans against the headboard. When I put the plate on her lap, she grins. “A grilled cheese sandwich?”
I smile at seeing the happy expression on her face. “I take it you like them?”
She takes a bite and moans around the gooey cheese. “It’s my favorite.”
I sit at the end of the bed and watch her devour her sandwich. She’s not embarrassed by me watching her, and I love that about her.
“Is that for me too?” she asks, pointing at my hands.
I smirk, not even realizing that I had a glass of milk in my hands the whole time.
I hand it to her and she takes a big gulp before putting it on the table beside the bed. I get up and reach for it.
She curls to her side. “Where are you going?”
I stroke the hair away from her face and look at her lovingly. “I’m going to let you rest.”
“Stay with me. Will you, Smoky? Please?”
I know if I lie down with her, I will feel temptation like no other, but I can’t tell her no.
I set the glass down and walk around the bed to lie on top of the cover.
She turns over to face me. “You’ll get cold.”
“I doubt that,” I tell her because right now I’m burning up.
She stares at me and I can tell her mind is working a mile a minute.
“Ask me,” I tell her.
She smiles at me. “Okay. Why are you helping me with the house?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Because I want to.”
She slides an inch toward me. “It’s going to take me a while to pay you back. You know that, right?”