Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“I make no promises. They know what they’re getting into.”
She sassed, “So they don’t come—”
“Oh, sugar, they come. Just not in here.”
She glared at me.
I softened the blow. “I’m taking care of you, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean we have to share a bed.”
“That’s exactly what it means.”
“Ledger…”
“Doctor’s orders. How else am I supposed to help you in the middle of the night if we’re not sleeping together?”
“Yeah, because I’m sure your plans are to sleep.”
“Do you think I have no restraint?”
“Yes. I absolutely do.”
“I’ll remember that the next time my face is buried between your legs.”
She glared at me again. “You’re stressing me out, and I only just got here.”
“If I were stressing you out, your cheeks wouldn’t be flushed like you want to sit on my face.”
She gasped.
“But just to be clear since that seems to be a reoccurring issue for us. I have no problem fucking the stress right out of you, but until then, I’ll be the perfect cowboy. You don’t need to worry about my intentions, and just for that little remark, I won’t lay a finger on you until you’re begging me to. Unless it’s to touch my baby.”
“Our baby. And I’ll tell you right now you’ll be waiting forever. We’re never having sex again.”
“Tell that to your greedy little pussy. From what I hear, women are the horniest when they’re pregnant.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know a lot of things.”
“How do you know about pregnancy?”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why’d you ask?”
She stubbornly shook her head. “I’m done playing these little games with you.”
“Sweetheart, you know there’s nothing little about me.”
She ignored my response. “I can sleep in your guest bedroom.”
“It’s on the other side of the house, and as you can tell, my estate is big.”
“Like your ego.”
“And my dick.”
“Ugh! I want my own room.”
“I’ll meet you halfway.”
“Which means what?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch in here and you can take my bed.”
“That’s not going to work. I sleep naked.”
I smirked. “So do I.”
“All the more reason to have separate bedrooms.”
“There’s no need to be shy, I’ve already seen every inch of your body.”
She adamantly repeated, “I want my own room.”
“What’s mine is yours.”
“This isn’t a marriage.”
“Not yet.” I stood, never breaking eye contact. “But for now, I’m already inside you.”
Hazel
I stared up at the ceiling. “God, what did I do to deserve this?”
“You rode my cock.”
I snapped my attention to him.
“Or maybe it was when I fucked you doggy style?”
“Ledger…”
“Or it could be when you were against the window?”
“Ledger…”
“How about when you were on the desk or we were in the shower?”
“Okay!” I raised my hands in the air, stopping him. “On that note, I have some work to do.”
Before he could object, I turned and left.
The nerve of that man; he truly knew no bounds. I shouldn’t be shocked he’d pull a stunt like this. He was invading my personal space in a way I hadn’t prepared for or anticipated. It felt like we were playing house, and it was too close for comfort to me.
I couldn’t do this again, especially with him. I wish I could say I wasn’t attracted to him anymore, though I’d be lying through my teeth. My body responded to his presence the same way it used to, and I was beginning to think I never really hated him as much as I thought I did.
I tried to focus on why I was there in the first place. Except he had pictures of us in his stunningly beautiful house. It was huge, way too big for only one person. The farther I walked around, the more I felt warmth and love through these walls.
Unable to resist, I snooped around his bedroom when he was in the shower. Feeling free to roam, I peered around the massive space, getting a good look around. A huge black armoire was positioned on the far-left wall. Two glass doors on my right led out to the balcony, overlooking his ranch.
The setting sun made his view captivating.
His suite was three times larger than the guest room, which was quite impressive. The walls were painted a dark shade of gray with expensive black-and-white art hung evenly. Two black end tables sat on each side of his bed with detailed wood carvings along the edges that matched the bed frame.
My toes immediately curled into the soft, shaggy black accent rug that lay directly beneath his bed as I ran my fingertips along the polished wood of the frame. I couldn’t help but wander toward his immaculate walk-in closet.
Dozens of button-down shirts hung on multiple racks on one side with a few jeans, sweaters, and shirts. He was still a simple man when it came to his wardrobe.
My fingers skimmed over his flannel shirts, running my tips along the soft fabrics. I don’t know what got into me, but I picked up the shirt he wore that day and brought it up to my nose. I held it tight against my chest. Inhaling deep, I wanted to drown in his scent, which gave me this sense of comfort and relief.