Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
My grip on her hip bones tightens, my control close to its end.
She puts her lips to my ear and licks it. “I’ve been waiting for your beautiful cock all day,” she whispers before kissing me deeply.
My eyes close as our tongues dance. I can’t . . .
I grab her hip bones and slam her down hard. “And so you shall have it.”
Chapter 18
KATE
I smile softly, my eyes still closed as I feel the soft fingertips trail up my arm and over my shoulder. My hair is carefully pushed back from my face and a soft kiss dusts my neck, then another, and another.
He holds me tight and takes my hand in his, his body snuggled up behind mine.
Waking up in Elliot Miles’s arms will never grow old.
It’s as if the anger of his world disappears while he sleeps and he wakes a demure, more tender version of himself.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
He kisses my cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
I smile—I love it when he calls me that. I roll onto my back to face him. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a log.”
I cuddle up to him. “And what a handsome sleepy log you are.”
He kisses me softly. “Of course, it could do with the fact that you are fucking me into unconsciousness.”
I giggle and then I remember something and look over to him. “What happened with your ducks?”
“Ah.” He smiles and rolls out of bed. “Apparently . . . they were just hungry.”
“What?” I smile as I look up at him.
“I would go as far as to say fucking starving, actually.” He stands, completely comfortable with his nudity. My eyes roam down his body, over his broad, thick chest and olive skin. He has hardly any body fat, revealing every last sinew. Muscular and fit, with thick quad muscles and a defined abdomen. His arms are strong, with rope-like veins running down his forearms.
My eyes drop lower, to the well-kept, dark pubic hair and large family jewels.
There’s no denying that Elliot Miles is the epitome of male perfection, but there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye. Just what that is, I’ve yet to discover.
But unlike most men I’ve met in the past, the more I get to know him, the more I like about him. He’s like an onion, slowly being peeled back layer by layer before my eyes.
He gives himself a slow stroke and my eyes rise to meet his and he shrugs. “If you’re going to look at me like that, I may as well give you something to look at.”
“Like what?” I smile.
“Like you’re going to eat me.”
I burst out laughing. “I was not.”
He picks his T-shirt up and whips me with it. “Don’t deny it.” He throws his T-shirt over his head and pulls his boxer shorts on.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve got to feed the ducks before they go postal.”
“What?” I sit up on my elbows.
“True story.”
“Are you really knocking back sex . . . to feed your ducks?” I laugh.
He climbs over me and holds my hands over my head. “Hold that thought, I’ll be back.” He kisses me and I smile against his lips.
“If they chase you again, I’m filming it.”
“Come on.” He pulls me up by the hand. “Rise and grind.”
“What?”
“Rise and grind,” he says as he rakes through his closet and throws me his robe.
“Is that what you do every day?” I ask. “Rise and grind?”
“Nope.” His eyes dance with mischief as they hold mine. “Only the days that you’re here.”
“Ha, nice save.”
He takes me in his arms roughly and bites my neck, then we make our way downstairs and into the kitchen and I watch as he carefully pours pellets into a container. “How did you find out they were hungry?”
“A letter was left.” He gestures to the letter on the countertop and I pick it up.
Dearest Mr. Miles,
Congratulations on your new home.
I trust our beloved Enchanted Estate will bring you much joy.
My late husband and I were lucky enough to spend the last sixty years here and they were the happiest days of our lives.
As you know, at the tender age of eighty-eight and with pressing health conditions, the time has come for me to move into a retirement home.
Thank you so much for agreeing to take on our beloved animals.
They are all fourth or fifth generations born on the estate and have known no other life.
The thought of them being evicted broke my heart. It made me so happy when I found that I could leave them in your loving care.
I have listed below some simple care instructions for them. Please call if you need any help with anything.
I can be reached on 0434358922
The local veterinarian Max Manalo 99952132
Rosie the Shetland pony is found in the bottom paddock. She has a lovely temperament and thrives on human company. She has chaff feed kept in the stable at the bottom of the property and is mostly self-sufficient.