Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Yet I can see it in her eyes that she’s wondering what I just did too.
“Blake,” she says softly. “You know I could get pregnant, right?”
I nod, planting a kiss on her rosy cheek. “Yes, baby. Actually, I’m counting on it.”
12
Blake
Anna is still sleeping when I wake up. I think I may have worn her out by going two more rounds with her last night, but I just couldn’t help myself. I tried to hold back, but it’s her fault for being just so damn sexy. It’s like God himself designed her specifically for me. There may come a day when I’m somehow able to keep my hands off her, but that day is not today.
I look at her there, curled up in my bed, sound asleep, looking so peaceful, and realize just how badly I’ve been missing her for all these years.
This home was built on blood and bone as a castle for me to rule over the city, and I realize now that while I have been doing that successfully now for a long time, I’ve been doing it with an empty heart. And it took Anna coming into my life for me to realize this.
The way she analyzed me too…that shocked me. No one has ever been able to read me like that before. If anyone else ever had, I’d assume they’d been spying on me, and I’d interrogate them until they broke, and then I’d kill them.
But not Anna. I believe Anna used her skills to look deep into me and then told me what she saw. And I’m blown away.
She’s a life-changer. And I’m already thinking about things I never would have thought of if I hadn’t met her. Like what would my life look like if I gave up the life of crime?
That thought hadn’t even occurred to me until she and I met. Until then, I’d just assumed I would carry on this stone-cold life of being the kingpin and eventually the life would get me killed. I’d accepted that.
But now that I’ve met Anna, I find myself wanting more. And not just for myself, but because I want to be able to provide for something for Anna that isn’t just a life of crime.
She doesn’t want that. Especially while she’s trying to finish college and become a therapist.
I’ve got a chef on staff, but I head down to the kitchen and start on breakfast. Pancakes, bacon and sausage, eggs, toast—basically all the works. I even start on some fruit salad and am slicing watermelon when Anna comes downstairs in some of my flannels and a T-shirt looking absolutely adorable.
“I look like a mess,” she groans, wiping her eyes.
“You look cute as hell,” I correct her.
She smiles, flattered, but not buying it. “But that smells great.”
“I’ve got basically anything you’d like,” I tell her. “Coffee, tea, juice?”
She comes over beside me and eyes my selection of teas by the coffee maker. “Why does an icy man like you have such a fine selection of tea?”
“Business meetings,” I chuckle. “Never know what people will want. Would you like one?”
Anna shakes her head. “Just some orange juice. But I can get it. You’re busy.”
She goes over to the fridge before I have a chance and starts pouring herself a glass. I slide over to her and slip a hand up the shirt she’s wearing and cup one of her breasts. That’s all it takes to get the pistons inside me to start firing.
“Mmm, look at you,” she says, eyeing me as she takes her first sip. “What’s got you going this morning?”
“Is that a real question?” I chuckle. “You do. I had to keep my hands off you while you were lying in my bed up there sleeping.”
Anna giggles, sending wonderful feelings straight through me.
“It’s a good thing you did,” she says. “I needed the rest. You did a number on me last night.”
“I think I wore myself out,” I laugh. “You just drive me crazy, girl.”
Anna winks, grabs a strip of bacon, and stuffs it in her mouth. She’s so adorably sexy. There’s nothing I would love more than having her around the house every day of my life.
Without me saying anything, she goes to the cabinets, finds the plates, and grabs one for each of us as I’m finishing up the eggs. “Scrambled okay for you?”
“I love scrambled.” She smiles.
We load up our plates and take a seat at the table. I pull my chair up right beside hers.
Normally, breakfast is just something I want to get out of the way so I can start my day. But I’m all set to sit down and have a great time with Anna this morning.
“So how many more years of school do you have left?”
“Well, it depends,” she replies. “Two or three, depending on how much money I can make and how fast I can finish my classes.”