Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
“Have you finished feeling me up?” I ask, the old wound tingling.
“No,” she whispers. “Just be still and silent.”
“Anything you say, lady.” I sigh and sink deeper into the sheets, happy to oblige and feed her monster.
Her breath tickles my lips. “Good boy.”
“What if I want to be a bad boy?”
“You’re talking,” she says, making my lips tug, my eyes no longer willing to be deprived of her morning beauty. The vision of her wakes everything up, and I take her all in, scan every gorgeous inch of her smiling face, my sleepy eyes blinded by her perfection. “Morning,” she whispers, her dark, lusty eyes locked with mine.
Oh, I can see what’s coming a mile off. I move her onto her back, smiling at her breathy gasp of shock, and pin her to the bed, my body resting gently on hers. Now how am I going to handle this? I’m not an egomaniac, but I am a realist.
My dick is massive.
And I’m not sure how I feel putting it so close to my growing babies. Poor little things would be terrified if they saw that hurtling toward them. I’m also not sure how I feel about abstaining. Well, I do. Horrified. So, as I have in recent weeks, I’ll be careful. Gentle. Slow. And Miss Insatiable will accept that. “Someone has sleepy sex on their mind,” I whisper, having a brief nibble of her nose.
“No,” she breathes happily. “I have Jesse Ward on my mind, which means I also have various degrees of fuckings on my mind.”
It’s as I thought. Fucking. “You’re insatiable, my beautiful girl.” I kiss her with conviction, hoping hard in that department quenches her greed. I’m a fool. “Watch your mouth.”
She’s quick to respond, her tongue invading, setting the pace. Or her pace. Oh no. I need to set the bar, take control, make sure she understands the limits. Hard fucking is off the table, and that’s non-negotiable.
Pulling away, I ignore her slighted state. “I’ve been thinking.”
“What about?” she asks, slight making way for worry.
“About how dramatic our married life has been.” Dramatic? That feels like a bit of an understatement.
“Okay,” she replies slowly, obviously bracing herself for where this is leading. Surely, after literally being run off the road yesterday, she’s expecting this. We haven’t even talked about what happened. I need to find things out, and I’m not comfortable with Ava being in the city with all these question marks hanging over us. I can’t have Ava in danger again. And I don’t want her to worry. Stress. It might be a tall order, but I’ll do my best.
“Let me take you away,” I say in a rush, making my eyes big, round, adorable and, hopefully, irresistible. “Just us two on our own.” The police will have to wait to interview her, but it doesn’t mean I can’t give Steve all the information they need to start investigating this.
Ava smiles, and it’s not what I expected at all. “We’ll never be alone ever again,” she says quietly, prompting me to glance down at her tummy. Never alone again. How wonderful does that sound?
I shift and quickly kiss her belly, then get back to convincing Ava we need a break. Her eyes when I return mine to them are sparkling with happiness. Acceptance. “Let me love you,” I whisper. “Let me have you to myself for a few days.”
“What about my job?” she asks, immediately throwing an obstruction in our way.
“Ava,” I say softly, forcing myself not to stamp down my authority. “You were in a car accident yesterday.” Please don’t make a battle of this. I need to keep my family safe.
“I know.” Her body softens beneath me, the fight leaving her. “But I have appointments and Patrick is—”
“I’ll sort Patrick.” Problem solved. “He’ll deal with your appointments.”
“Sort Patrick or trample Patrick?” she asks, full of suspicion.
“I’ll speak to Patrick.” Pay him well, and the old money grabber will accept keenly.
“Delicately.” Her hands push into my shoulders, her face expectant.
“. . . ish,” I say around a smile.
“No, Ward.” Shaking her head, she becomes as stern as I’ve ever seen her. “No . . . ish about it. Delicately. End of.”
Maybe. Depends if he takes the money quietly. “Is that a yes?” Without a sense fuck? I’m staggered. Not that she’d get a sense fuck in her condition. Which means I need to start getting better at talking sense into her. Like now.
“Yes,” she breathes, as if exasperated by me. Who is she trying to kid? She wants some alone time as much as I do. It’s a big win. Her job isn’t a priority right now, and that feels good. “Where are we going?”
Good question. Subconsciously, I didn’t think she’d agree, therefore I didn’t plan that far ahead. I get up off the bed. There’s no time to waste. She might realize she’s being reasonable and retract. “Anywhere, I don’t care.” Where the fuck am I going to take her?