Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she cried, leaning back against the shower wall to keep herself from falling over.
“Eating.”
And that’s what he did. He sent her flying twice more before he got up and washed her.
Thoroughly.
Her legs felt like wet noodles by the time he got them both out of the shower and dried them off.
How many times was it possible for a person to come in one night?
When he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, she didn’t think she had the energy to breathe, let alone move or think.
How was she going to get herself back to her bedroom?
“Can’t. Move. Carry me to bed.” She held up her arms, her eyes closing. Yes, she was aware of the irony. She’d been complaining in her head that they carried her everywhere and now she was demanding that she be carried.
In her defense, her entire body was floppy with exhaustion except for her poor pussy which was buzzing.
Almost to the point of being oversensitive.
Alexei drew the blankets back. “You’re staying here tonight.”
She opened her eyes, staring up at him in a daze. “I am.”
“You are. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Okay, boss man.” She saluted him.
“How is your pussy?” he asked.
“Closed for business.” She put her hand over her poor, abused pussy. Four orgasms was enough.
He shook his head. “Unfortunately, when you’re being punished, you don’t get to decide that.”
“This is the strangest punishment I’ve ever had. I can’t decide if I love it or hate it.”
“But I bet you’ll be able to sleep now, huh?” he said as he climbed in beside her and drew the covers over them.
She shivered and burrowed into his heat, letting him surround her. He was like a giant-sized hot water bottle. Even better because he could cuddle her back.
“You did this to help me sleep?” she asked, yawning. Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open and she let them droop closed.
Yeah. She thought she might just be able to sleep.
He gave her an angel kiss on each of her eyelids.
Oh, she really liked when he did that.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. This was punishment for getting up and using the gym on your own in the middle of the night instead of coming to me or one of the others.”
Uh-huh.
Okay, she believed him. But she also thought it had something to do with helping her sleep.
“How’d you know?”
“How did I know what?” he asked as he turned her on her side away from him.
She let out a small sound of protest, but then he wrapped himself around her back and she settled in with a sigh.
“How did you know I wasn’t in bed?”
“Because it seems I can’t sleep without having eyes or hands on you.”
She couldn’t stop herself from stiffening. “Really? But what will you do when I go back to my own apartment?”
“Who says you’re allowed to go back to your apartment?” he countered as he slid a hand between her legs and cupped her mound.
She sighed. Part of her wanted him to give her another orgasm and the other part of her didn’t think she could handle it.
Well, that her poor pussy could.
“You can’t stop me from returning to my apartment,” she told him.
“Watch me,” he whispered. “Now, go to sleep.”
Tamsyn wriggled around. “Don’t we need some clothes on?”
“Nope. New rule. No clothes allowed in bed.”
“What? I don’t know if you can make rules like that.”
“When you’re with me, no clothes in bed. Including underwear. Unless you’re in Little headspace, sick, or have your period.”
Well. She thought that over. But it seemed to be acceptable.
“Okay,” she said with a yawn.
“Hmm, orgasms make you more agreeable too. Noted.”
She huffed out a sigh, too tired to even think about rolling her eyes at him.
“Aren’t you gonna move your hand?”
“Nope. I’m going to keep my hand where it is. That way, you won’t be able to move away without me knowing. I think I need to keep hold of you.”
She could point out that he could touch her somewhere else.
But she didn’t actually want him to move his hand.
30
Tamsyn stood outside Roman’s closed door, debating what to do.
What if he was busy?
He had important stuff he was working on.
But it was Sunday . . . he shouldn’t be working on a Sunday. And he hadn’t come down for breakfast so he shouldn’t skip lunch.
It couldn’t be good to work on an empty stomach, right? He could make mistakes.
Mistakes that she could prevent with this sandwich.
She glanced down at the pathetic lunch on the tray she held. It was so sad. A single sandwich, an apple, and a glass of orange juice.
He’d no doubt be horrified by her lack of culinary skills.
And who could blame him? She was horrified too. It just wasn’t a skill she had in her repertoire.
Unlike Salem.