Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
The second she tipped her head to the side and raised her eyebrows at him, he realized he fell into her trap.
“Boy, that ultimatum sounds familiar. But they don’t leave, do they? Why?”
“‘Cause they wanna be there. It ain’t a fuckin’ career. If they were abused, they’d—”
She cut him off with, “Skull fucking them to the point of tears running down their faces, snot coming out of their nose while gagging isn’t abuse?”
“They…” Fuck. He scraped his fingers through his beard and sighed. “Chili’s damn good.”
She slid her chair back and stood. “Nice deflection.”
He focused on the sway of her hips and the luscious curves of her ass as she walked her dirty dishes over to the sink. When she turned, she noticed him eye-fucking her.
Not that he gave a shit.
He came over to her apartment for two reasons. To find out what happened after he left and to plant his beard between her thighs. If she wasn’t aware of the second reason, she would be soon.
Long gone was the polo shirt with the embroidered “Smith’s” logo above her left tit. Or the nerdy tan pants she wore earlier. Or the plain white sneakers. She had changed into plain cotton shorts that showed off her smooth legs, one of those snug camisoles that framed her tits so perfectly that he wanted to smother himself between them and her pink-tipped toes were bare.
By the time she finished the short walk to his side of the small table, her nipples were poking through the stretchy cotton.
He suddenly lost his taste for the chili and had a hankering for something else.
“Finished?”
The huskiness in her voice made him believe she’d be fully onboard with his after-dinner plans.
When she reached for his partially empty bowl, he scooted back his chair, grabbed her hips, and yanked her into his lap.
Instead of pushing him away, she settled in, hooking an arm over his shoulders and combing her fingers through his thick beard. “I guess you’re finished.”
“Yep. Soon time for dessert.” Especially since his idea of dessert had nothing to do with food.
She shifted. “What’s poking me?”
“My dick?”
“Feels like you have two guns locked and loaded. One in your jeans and one in your cut. Do you always carry?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
Because he wasn’t stupid. “Evil lurks everywhere. Bein’ part of the Fury, you should know that.”
“The evil’s lair in Manning Grove was blasted to oblivion.”
That it was. “More than one fuckin’ evil, Maddie. Hell, you work for someone in that category.”
“I thought we were off that subject.”
He squeezed her hip. “We are. Now you’re on my fuckin’ lap and we can talk about the future. Like what’s about to happen in the next few minutes.”
“I need to clean up.” When she shifted again, he had to bite back a groan. Did she grind against his hard-on on purpose?
“Not for me, you don’t.”
“I meant the kitchen.”
“Kitchen can wait. The dick you’re sittin’ on can’t.”
“Aren’t you attached to it?”
“Yeah, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Has someone ever threatened to cut it off?”
He snorted. He had a long damn list of crazy fucking women who had rolled in and out of his bed. He was damn sure plenty of them wouldn’t hesitate to slice off his dick if given half a chance.
After he moved into Magnum’s old place, he became more cautious about the women he actually allowed in the same bed he slept in. Maddie was one of less than a handful—beside sweet butts—permitted to know where he lived.
If he wasn’t sure about some random, he tended to go to her place or a motel. Or use a back seat. Or the bathroom at Dick’s. Really, all he had to do was open his jeans enough to pull out his dick to get the job done. It was safer not to let them know where he laid his head at night. It also made it easier for him to scrape them off after the hookup.
However, he was in no rush to scrape off the warm, soft woman currently in his lap. If anything, she’d be the one kicking his ass out the door after he made her come.
Shoving his chair back even further, he got a good grip on her ass and surged to his feet. He grinned when she hooked her arms more securely around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist instead of insisting he put her down.
He carried her down the hallway and quickly discovered her place was even smaller than he thought.
“One bedroom?”
“That’s all I need. Why pay for space I’m not going to use? Less to clean, too. And, anyway, your place doesn’t even have one bedroom.”
“Got a loft.”
“Not the same.”
“Less to clean,” he echoed, heading into her bedroom.
She did a snort-laugh. “Right. Like you clean.”
He shrugged. “Less for the sweet butts to clean. Means they can get the job done quickly.” And then get the fuck out of his domain.