Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I could watch her all morning. She is every bit the disaster I adore. She can’t help it if she’s unable to let boundaries stand. It’s who she is. Always pushing until she gets answers or whatever it is she’s seeking.
I shift my weight, and the floorboard creaks, letting her know I’m there. My girl goes still. Slowly, she turns, the photograph clutched in her hand like a shield. Her cheeks flush pink, having been caught digging through my personal items.
I lean against the jamb of the door and fold my arms. “You find anything interesting?” I tease. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’m not going to be able to keep things from her. All it does is drive her curiosity, and if I know anything about Lily, even when she was younger, if she wanted to find or know something, she would. Her father was the same way. It’s why he was so successful in his career.
Her eyes narrow. “You have a file on my drink preferences.”
“I have a file on everything when it comes to you. Can you add champagne to it for me?” I step into the room. “Keep looking. You might find the one about how you snore.”
“I do not snore.” She glares up at me. Does she not know my dick enjoys the hell out of those glares? It means she’s close to unleashing on me and giving me that smart mouth of hers. It’s like foreplay. If she knew I often enjoyed that, she might stop doing it, so I will be keeping that one from her, for now.
“I’m teasing you.” I make my way over to her. “You only drool a little.” She doesn’t protest when I pluck her off the floor. Without a thought, her legs wrap around me. It’s as natural as breathing.
“How do you feel?” I ask. I made sure she drank some water last night along with taking a few pills to prevent a headache.
She wiggles slightly against me, a small smile playing at her mouth, her cheeks going pinker. It’s now my favorite color. “A little sore.” Her voice drops, becoming more intimate. “But worth it.”
Oh fuck. If I weren’t already hard, that would have done it. She thinks I’m asking about the roughness from last night. When I’d all but snapped. The way I had her against the wall, my hand at her throat. The memory surges through me, and I feel her notice my body responding to hers. Since she’s come into my life, that’s how it’s felt. Everything she does I have a reaction to.
I should clarify that I meant the champagne. But her answer hangs between us, and suddenly I don’t care what I meant. I want to shove everything off my desk that I’ve used to stalk her in the past and fuck her, but like she’s said, she’s still a little sore… but she also said it was worth it. I swear she does this shit to me on purpose. Lily is the only person that can get a live reaction out of me.
I make myself calm down. Controlling my dick was never a problem until she came along.
“I meant your head, princess.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m good.”
I settle her against the edge of the desk, her thighs still locked at my hips. Her hands find my shoulders, her delicate fingers curling into the muscle there. I’ll never tire of her touch. At the way it both eases something inside of me but also stirs up a reaction.
“I need to feed you.” That might help my dick go down. “The two a.m. mac and cheese isn’t going to cover it.”
“It was good, though.”
“You did a phenomenal job.” She had not. Lily was insistent on making food for us last night. I almost had a couple of heart attacks as she was doing it. I’m going to throw all the pans out so she can never boil anything again. “A perfect trad wife.”
“Oh God.” She face-plants into my chest, making me smile. “That was a joke; it’s like a whole TikTok trend thing people follow.”
“So you don’t want to be my trad wife then?”
Lily drops her head back to stare up at me, her eyes soft around the edges. “I don’t know what I want.”
I brush hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “You know. Tell me.”
She’s quiet for a moment, her fingers absently stroking patterns on my shoulders. “I wanted this. You. For so long.” A shaky breath leaves her. “When I was younger, I used to—”
“You’re still young.” I always try to remind myself of that.
A small huff leaves her, but her eyes stay on mine. “I had dreams about it. About you.” Lily’s cheeks manage to get pinker. “Stupid teenage stuff. I didn’t grow up with it—I don’t know how to be, you know.” I don’t fill in when she pauses. “Domestic. Whatever that TikTok thing is supposed to be.”