Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He was the total package.
He started sauntering toward the hospital as if he was there for a lovely visit instead of transporting a patient from the hospital to the jail—something that usually meant he was in for a headache and not a pleasant drive.
As he came closer, more things became apparent.
The five o’clock shadow on his chin.
He’d shaved either this morning or last night, and now all he had left of his beard was a little stubble.
Sexy stubble.
Sexy lips, too.
Kissable, sexy lips that were so stupidly plump.
Women would pay good money for those lips.
He lifted his hand and scratched the small cleft in his chin and that’s when I saw the other new addition.
He was wearing a ring.
A bold, black ring on his left ring finger that he was turning around with his fingers as he walked toward us holding…
The asshole was holding the lunch he’d forced me to bring him this morning.
He grinned when the doors opened automatically, revealing me standing toward the far wall.
Tanny got up from her usual seat at the desk, and I watched her walk toward him, holding out a plate of cookies as if she was Vanna White.
My entire world rocked in the next moment.
He didn’t spare her a single glance as he walked right up to me, stopped directly in front of me, and reached for my face with one hand.
I gasped when his rough hand closed around my chin and he dragged me toward him.
Literally, there was nothing that I could do but follow his silent order.
His mouth closed over mine, and I forgot how to stand.
My knees went weak and the only thing that was holding me up was the wall at my back.
His tongue was wet and warm, and everything that I’d ever thought it would be.
His lips were soft. His stubble was prickly. His hand was strong.
His body was hard all over—though that might’ve been the Kevlar vest that he was wearing, too.
My pussy was instantly drenched, and if I wasn’t currently at work, I might’ve thrown myself at him like those women do in movies that haven’t seen their men in days.
I’d always known that Gentry would be off the charts.
But I’d never thought I would find out…
“Thanks for bringing me lunch,” he growled as he pulled away from my lips, still holding onto my face as he looked down into my eyes. “Was hoping that I could warm it up in your microwave, though.”
I swallowed hard.
“Yeah, sure,” I croaked.
I could see my dazed expression in his mirrored shades.
He took them off, and I was presented with…
I inhaled swiftly when his gray eyes met mine.
He had forgotten to put his contacts in today.
“Your eyes,” I found myself croaking.
Was croaking all that I could do? I sounded like a frog.
“Yeah, one fell out during a traffic stop, and I felt like it’d probably be more noticeable if I had two different colored eyes. Hence the shades.” He put them back on.
I licked my lips.
I loved his eyes.
Like seriously, there was just something about his gray eyes that made me feel so warm inside. Maybe it was because that night that my entire world had nearly ended, he’d looked at me with those gray eyes and told me that I would be okay. And I’d fully believed him.
They were a sense of comfort for me.
Seeing them was like coming home.
“Can I offer you one of my cookies, Gentry?”
I didn’t mean to, but the hand that I’d somehow latched onto his arm with clenched. I dug my nails into Gentry’s bare arm and he dropped his head to look at where I was latching onto him.
“Sorry, the only cookie I’m interested in eating is my wife’s.” Gentry didn’t spare her a glance, keeping his eyes on my hand.
I trembled and he caught it.
His grin went just a little bit more wicked when he lifted his gaze to meet mine once again.
“Oh, they’re for everyone,” Tanny tried again.
I might’ve lost my grip on reality because I snarled, “He said he didn’t want your fucking cookies, Smith!”
I used her last name because I knew that she hated it.
Apparently, her brothers liked to call her ‘Granny Smith’ instead of by her actual name and never missed a moment teasing her. She never went by her last name.
Tanny reared back as if I’d struck her. “I was just trying to be nice!”
This lying sack of dog shit…
“He doesn’t want your fucking cookies. He doesn’t want your used ass vagina. He doesn’t want your stupid anything. Go fuck yourself.”
A solid arm locked around my waist and then I was being moved toward the nursing lounge despite not moving myself there.
I could hear Tanny loudly telling her friends what she was going to do to me as we turned the corner and pushed through the door.
The door shut, and her annoying voice cut off.