Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
And now, here we were — in a kitchen we’d built from nothing, sharing a ring made in the past, on the cusp of a future so bright and bold, the universe must have been shaking in its boots again.
“You know…” Finn murmured, thumb tracing the edge of my mouth, “we’ve got at least thirty minutes before staff starts rolling in.”
A slow smile curled my lips. “Oh, do we?”
He wrapped me in his arms, walking me backward, steps steady, kisses messy and eager until we hit the walk-in freezer.
He reached for the door handle with a wicked grin. “Care to christen this ice box with me, wife?”
“Fiancée,” I corrected even as I let him tug me inside.
“Semantics,” he breathed, and then I was pressed against the icy door, my breath shuttering out of me in a gasp at the cold. “Been dreamin’ of takin’ you against this feckin’ door for two long years.”
“Holy shit, that’s cold,” I said on a pant, but still I clung to him, not protesting so much as pointing out the truth. “I’m going to have frost bite on my ass.”
He laughed, hand already sliding up my thigh. “You want heat?” My dress hitched up around his traveling wrist. “I’ll give you heat, Mrs. Pearson.”
“I think you’re confused on how marriage works.”
“And I think you’re going to need a new pair of tights,” he said, and that was the only warning I got before his fingers curled into the sheer fabric lining my inner thigh and tore.
Riiip.
A laugh tumbled from my lips as his mouth claimed mine, warm and hungry, all tongue and teeth and breathless urgency. I fumbled with the buttons of his chef’s jacket, hands trembling as they found purchase against his chest.
One finger slid inside me as his tongue massaged mine, both of us moaning the second we were connected. I broke our kiss to let my head fall back, stars prickling the edges of my vision already as he moved his finger inside me with expert care. He knew everything about me, all the ways to touch and tease. On a lazy Sunday morning in our bed, he’d take his time, that touch lingering in all the soft places before he’d finally let me come apart.
But right now, he was on a mission, the palm of his hand rubbing me right where I needed as he clamped his teeth down on my neck enough to elicit another gasp.
I savored the feel of his hands on me, relishing in each kiss and groan as he got me wet and ready. Then I shoved against his chest until he released me and I could turn, pulling my ripped tights down along with my thong. I flipped up the hem of my skirt next, hands on the cold door of the walk-in, ass out, back arched, body primed and ready.
I glanced over my shoulder just in time to watch Finn bite his lip, one hand hooked at the crease where my thigh met my hip as the other smoothed over my ass cheek with appreciation. He reared back for a spank with just enough bite to make me moan, and then his hands left me long enough to make quick work of his pants.
He unbuckled his belt, sliding the button of his pants through the slit before the sound of his zipper sent a delicious chill down my spine. He freed himself with a quick pull of fabric and then he was at my entrance, the slick head of his cock pressing between my lips as I arched more to give him the space he needed.
“Christ, this perfect little cunt was made for me,” he groaned, sliding his tip through the wetness he’d created before he notched himself inside me.
I moaned as he pressed in, all the way, filling me as I gasped and scrambled for purchase against the door and hissed at the burning pleasure. His lips were on the back of my neck next, kissing the ink there as he flexed and moved. His cock hit so deep my legs quaked, but he held me steady, rocking into me with one hand snaking around to rub against my clit.
“Finn,” I cried.
“That’s it, Firefly. Fuck my hand. Squeeze my cock with that tight cunt. Come for me, wife.”
I didn’t even argue this time. The sound of that word rolling off his tongue in that gruff, lilted accent of his had my toes curling, blood rushing to where his hand circled expertly.
I came with fire licking at my bones, and even with the risk of a staff member being on the other side of the door, I let myself cry out his name, let him hear how much I wanted him — how I always had.
Finn picked up his speed at the sound of my ecstasy, and then he was gripping me tight, slamming it home, his orgasm chasing mine. That only spawned mine to last longer, and when he found his release, it was with me reaching back to grip his hair and his teeth dug into my neck, both of us clinging to each other for dear life.