Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
“I see it,” he conceded. “I can’t change my work, baby. It’s what I do.”
“I’ve heard what men do on runs. Whatever happens stays there. I don’t like that, Ice, and I’m not living with it. You do that and we’re done.” She stated it irrevocably.
“First, princess”—he cupped one side of her face with his palm, his thumb stroking gently—“I told you, I don’t cheat. That’s not who I am. I would never disrespect you that way. Second, we aren’t going on a run. If we do that, I’ll take you with me. We’re working. It’s going to happen that we have to leave every now and then. This is one of those times. I need you to be okay with it whenever I’m gone on club business.”
Her eyes searched his. She didn’t really care about knowing his club’s business, but she didn’t like him somewhere she couldn’t reach him. “Can I text you?”
“Sure. I might not be able to answer right away. You can send me nude pictures too.”
Immediately she felt hot in her stomach, as if a fire smoldering there suddenly burst into flames. Color crept up from her stomach to her breasts, heating them to an aching point and then moving up her neck, framing the pulse beating so madly there, to her face, coloring her a soft rose.
He grinned at her. “You like the idea.”
“I like thinking of you hot and bothered looking at the pictures. I don’t think I could actually take pictures of myself to send you.” She turned her head to face his hardening cock. The size and shape of him were beautiful. She circled the girth with one hand, making a fist.
“I love how perfect you are. So thick and hard, yet like velvet.” She licked up his shaft and then swirled her tongue over the head, collecting pearly drops. “I also love how you taste.” Her eyes met his as she turned over onto her stomach, her mouth inches from his groin. “You have no idea how beautiful your cock is, Ice. It suits you perfectly.”
He reached down and smacked her on the bottom. Heat blossomed and spread. She let out a little mock cry, but truthfully, it didn’t matter what Ice did, she was always turned on. Instantly.
“Get up for a minute.”
His voice had turned wicked. She sat up and watched as he got up. “I’ll be right back.” He raced up the stairs. She found it extremely exciting to watch his body move, all those delicious muscles she’d traced with her tongue. The scars on him that only made him look awesome. He came down with his phone.
Soleil started laughing. “What are you planning?”
“I want pictures.”
“Once you have them, anyone can see them.”
“No, they can’t. I’m not sharing them. I want them, though. My sexy wife. I love saying that. I love that you’re mine. Come on, pose for me.”
“I’m not a model. I’m too self-conscious to pose nude or fully clothed. I never look that great in pictures.”
“I’ll direct you.”
He sounded so eager she found herself smiling, suddenly uncaring that he wanted nude photographs of her, no matter how awful they turned out. He pointed to the thick rug in front of the fireplace. He turned the flames on low with the remote and they danced to life, a long line of them recessed into the wall.
“Sit and let your shirt drape off one shoulder and unbutton all the buttons so your tit peeks out. That’s sexy as hell.”
“Is hell sexy?” she teased, complying with his instructions.
“Look up at me with your innocent face. That little angel face.”
She wasn’t sure she had an innocent face. She certainly didn’t have an angel face, so she just looked up at him under her long lashes and hoped that was good enough. She parted her lips and then looked directly at him as he snapped away. When he didn’t give her further direction, she swept the shirt open and cupped her breasts like an offering to him, throwing her head back so the line of her throat showed.
“Shit, baby, I’m getting as hard as a rock.”
That was nothing new, but it inspired her. She lay down on her stomach, legs bent into the air, a distance apart. She turned her head to look at him, propped up on one elbow, so he caught her breast hanging down, nipple rubbing the warm, thick carpet.
He tossed her a pillow and she thrust it under her bottom, lifting her butt for him. “That’s so beautiful, princess. Turn over and lie back, arch your back and bring up your knees. Legs apart so I can see all that wonderful honey you feed me in the morning.”
He devoured her at least twice a day. She didn’t contradict him because she didn’t want to sound as if she were complaining.