Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I lick my lips, wishing things could be so much different.
I turn away and pick up my scattered clothes.
“Are you seriously sneaking out on me?”
His voice stops me before I get the chance to dress.
I turn back and look at him lying on the bed. His glorious, inked body a stark contrast to the white sheets. He doesn’t attempt to cover his nakedness.
“I should go,” I say, stepping into my panties.
“No kiss goodbye?” he asks.
I walk back to the bed and climb on. Leaning down, I kiss him goodbye, but in a swift move, he rolls us so I’m trapped under him.
When I look up into his eyes, I see the affection there. “Stay with me tonight. I want to wake up with you in the morning.”
“I wish I could, but I have to get home.”
“That motel isn’t home. You should stay here with me until we can find you somewhere better than that shithole.”
I lift my head and brush my lips across his. “How about we talk about this later.”
“Why?”
I wrap my legs around him. “Because I can think of better things to do.”
He raises his brow. “So soon? Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then you’ll just have to make sure you don’t.” I press my lips to the soft spot beneath his ear. “Make me come first.”
I reach between us and take his thickening cock in my hand, and he groans.
“That will be my pleasure,” he rasps.
And within seconds, talk of the Blue Lagoon Motel is forgotten, and he’s delivering on his promise.
CHAPTER 44
Ella
The next morning when I get to work, a muscular set of arms wrap around my waist and pull me into a powerful body.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, sending goosebumps along my skin. “Where did you sneak off to last night, Little Cinder? I woke up and you were gone.”
I’m hustled into the pantry and pinned against the brick wall by a very amorous Lars who kisses me until I lose all senses.
“If Mrs. V. catches us in here, there will be hell to play,” I rasp, coming up for air.
“You’re right,” he says. “Best we take it elsewhere then.”
He throws me over his shoulder and carries me out of the pantry, through the empty kitchen and all the way up the grand staircase to his bedroom.
“She’s going to lose her shit at me if the coffee isn’t on and the breakfast prep hasn’t started,” I tell him as I dangle over his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about Mrs. V., I’ll take care of it.” He opens the bedroom door, then kicks it closed behind us. “All you have to do is enjoy what is coming next.”
“Which is what?”
He eases me down on the bed and crawls over me. “You, Little Cinder. You.”
I don’t know what Lars says to Mrs. V., but when I walk in an hour late for work, she isn’t angry at me. Disapproving perhaps, but not cranky for my tardiness.
“Young love.” She rolls her eyes. “Just don’t make a habit of being late.”
Then she disappears outside to meet Mr. Peters who is paying us an unscheduled visit.
Wait, is she wearing lipstick?
“What are you looking at?” Mya asks when she walks in.
I wave her over to the window where I’m watching Mrs. V. and Mr. Peters outside on the driveway.
Mrs. V. pats her hair to check it’s in place as Mr. Peters approaches her with a bouquet of flowers.
“Oh my God,” Mya squeals. “Mrs. V. has found herself a boy.”
“He likes her too; look at the way he’s looking at her.”
“Kind of reminds me of someone else I know,” Mya says conspiratorially.
I don’t even try to deny it.
I’ve just been laid very well by a hot-as-hell biker with a big cock and an inked body I want to worship morning, noon and night. There’s no hiding the afterglow.
I grin, and she giggles, and it is so easy to get caught up in the moment, and for me to think this is all real and I am not going to betray these people.
But that’s not reality.
I’m lying to them.
And the secrets I’m keeping could destroy us all.
CHAPTER 45
Lars
Ella’s soaked pussy tightens around my cock, and I can’t hold back the groan.
“Oh God, baby… you keep doing that and I won’t last much longer.”
This is the first time I’ve seen her since I made her late for work yesterday, and I’ve been loving her for the last hour in my bed.
Touching. Stroking. Driving in slow and deep.
It’s my new favorite way to spend my morning.
I grip the bed sheet, barely holding on.
Being inside my girl makes me lose my mind. She feels so perfect. So soft. So fucking tight.
If we didn’t have to work, I’d never let us leave this room.
I’d make it my life’s work to keep her in a state of perpetual bliss.