Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
My jaw tightens and I force myself to step back. “I have something for you,” I say, already feeling like my surprise has been ruined.
“Yeah? What’s that? A mop and an apron?”
“You’d look fucking good in nothing but an apron,” I say sharply. “But this isn’t for me. Come on, it’s upstairs.”
I march off without waiting. If she follows, great. If not, I’ll take a shower and be done with this frustrating woman.
The curiosity must’ve been too much because her footsteps shadow me. I lead her to the closet and gesture inside.
She hesitates, her eyes straying down to the safe sitting beneath her clothes. “What’s that?”
“It’s for your collection.” I gesture at it. “I haven’t set a combination. You can keep all your little secrets inside there.”
She glances at me, frowning like she doesn’t believe this is real, before drifting over. She kneels down in front of the safe and starts poking and prodding at the mechanisms. “This is a really good one,” she says with genuine surprise.
“Better be. Spent a fortune on it.”
“Seriously, Alexan, it’s top of the line.” She looks over like she’s never seen me before. “Why’d you do this?”
“Because you said you still had stuff at home,” I say, glancing away. I don’t like the expression on her face, like she’s shocked by a simple, kind gesture. “I figured this would help with the transition.”
“That’s extremely thoughtful.” She closes the safe door, inputs a code, and the mechanism locks. “But aren’t you against my thieving addiction?”
“Only when it gets you in trouble. I’m not a complete monster.” I step into the closet and kneel down beside her. “If you want to keep your things in there, it’s all yours. I don’t need the code and I won’t ask for it. But I will help you bolt the thing to the floor so nobody can steal it.”
She smiles slightly. “Nobody would want to take my collection. It’s all worthless.”
“Not to you, it isn’t. I’ll treat it like it’s priceless so long as you care.”
She turns to me. Her smile fades, and I’m aware of how close she is. Her thick auburn hair’s only an inch from my face, and I can smell shampoo and mint and honey. I’m tempted to touch her, but I don’t want to feed that bullshit narrative about how I’m some controlling piece of shit. There’s a difference between wanting to own her and wanting to keep her safe.
Although both would be nice.
She moves closer. Our knees touch, and she sits forward until her body presses against mine. There’s not a lot of room with all her clothes hanging down around us, and she bumps against a dress, making the hangers screech on the rod. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I stay still as she touches my face and stares into my eyes with a curious, confused frown.
“I’m going to do something now,” she whispers and the sound of her breathing is swallowed by the fabric all around us. The room’s dim, the light blocked by more dresses. “I don’t want you to talk.”
“I can’t handle that.”
She touches my lips. “Shut up.” Then she takes a deep breath. “I’m going to regret this.”
She presses her mouth to mine.
For a moment, I don’t move. Our faces are mashed together. Then she turns to the side and I reach up, running my fingers through her thick hair. Her eyes are pinched shut and her lips part ever so slightly.
That’s all I need. I kiss her back, hungrily, starving for her, desperate for her taste as my tongue slides against hers. She whimpers and I pull her against me, tumbling backward awkwardly. She lands on top with a gasp, laughing lightly, eyes shining as I drag her face back to mine, kissing her harder.
God, what a fucking kiss. We’re scrunched up under shirts and pants, there’s a fucking boot mashed in the small of my back, and her safe’s only a few inches away, but I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.
Because she’s here and she’s mine.
Riley lets out a soft moan as my other hand explores her back. She’s wearing a thin cotton tee and little shorts, and I squeeze her ass tight, my heart racing. She grinds into me, making the hangers scrape against the rod again, and not even an ugly screeching sound can ruin this.
I devour her lips. I taste her tongue. I drink her down and growl into her mouth. My cock’s raging hard and I can’t stop myself as I roll her over, pinning her down onto the floor.
Her legs wrap around my back as my hard dick presses against her core. She’s got those lovely fuck-me eyes.
“Here I was, thinking you weren’t just some sex-crazed cave man.”
“I contain multitudes.”
“Isn’t that Walt Whitman?”
“Who?” I kiss her, biting her lips, and roughly shove her shirt up over her tits. She gasps in surprise as I kiss her neck, peppering her skin with more wet kisses until I reach her bare breasts.