Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“So what brings you here?”
“I saw Nancy going to lunch when I realized the time. I finished up with the instructors and then came straight up here.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Not yet, but I have some paperwork and I thought I should check on you.”
“That’s so sweet of you.” I test out my inner thoughts again. While stacking a bunch of papers, I think, Damn, that tie is sexy.
“I’m going to my office for the next hour. I’ll order up some lunch and then you can take a short break with me before I have to start the inspections.”
“Does Daphne usually do them with you?”
“Yes. She takes notes, but if you don’t feel up to it, I can do it on my own.”
“No. I can follow and jot down some notes for you. Besides, I want to see what the cabins look like. This is all new to me because other than the one stay we had at the hotel, I’d never been to one before. Even when I traveled up from El Paso, I had an apartment already set up in Seattle before I applied for the WCPD and then they gave me the apartment with Jacob.”
“Well, then, it’s best I show my queen around her territory.”
“I can’t wait.”
“What do you want for lunch?”
“A small bowl of chili and crackers sounds so good to me.”
“Great. I’ll let them know. See you soon, love.” His kiss is rough but I love it, so I let out a moan and then he quickly flies backward. “Okay. A bit too much.” Turner squeezes his hard cock, then stomps out of the room like a spoiled child.
I love how put out he is about having to wait. I wonder if it will always be so passionate. Rubbing my fingers across my swollen lips, I can only hope so.
It’s about half an hour after Turner left my office. I’m about to go check on him when the elevator door dings and then opens. I sense his presence even without having to see him. I miss your thoughts this morning.
Damn it. He’s onto me. I start talking back. I’m sorry, I’ve just been too focused on actual work.
He walks into the room, and I breathe him in.
Marry me tomorrow.
“What?”
“You act like that’s a bad thing?”
“Well, I do have a family back in Texas, so it kind of is.”
“You know, if you’re carrying my pup, they’re going to be surprised by the sudden baby.”
“Damn it.”
“How about we get married next month? We’ll start planning now.”
“You forget I don’t have the finances for the wedding.”
“Are you kidding me, woman? What’s mine is yours. I’ll have a card expressed to you by tomorrow morning. Are there any more objections?”
“Why are you so anxious about it?”
“Because I want you to belong to me in every way.”
“What brought this on, though? You were fine when you left, and now you’re freaking the fuck out about getting married.”
“Someone said something that bothered me.”
“What?”
“That men will see an engagement as not enough to stop flirting with you.”
“Are you serious?” I stand up from around the desk and lock my office door. Then I cup my man’s face and kiss him hard. A growl rips through him and he takes over devouring my mouth, kissing me as if it’s for the last time. I pull back and then drop to my knees. “I’m yours in every way.”
He moans as I run my hands up his thighs to his belt. He tips my chin up so that we’re staring directly at each other. “And you’re going to be a very good mate and suck my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I purr.
“Then take him out. Show me how much you need to please me.” I slide his zipper down and pull his belt through the buckle, freeing it, and then unbutton my last obstacle. His cock pops free and I greedily suck the head, watching as his beast comes out. His eyes darken and his body stiffens as he fists my ponytail roughly. I pant and slide my tongue under his shaft while taking him all the way back until my nose brushes his short hairs. Fuck me, he pulls back and stares at me. “So unbelievably perfect. Suck, my queen.” I moan around his length, reaching down with one hand on my breasts, rubbing them and slipping my other hand between my thighs, stroking my pussy through my pants. His need and mine race toward the finish as he fucks my face. How does this turn me into a mess? I’m a strong woman, but submissive to him in every way. He pulls completely out and then lifts me up, barely undoes the button on my pants while kissing me, and shucks them down before taking a seat on the sofa. He lifts me onto his length with my legs trapped by my pants, making it hotter that I’m held hostage by the material.