Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
He grunted as she pumped his cock faster, sucking even harder. She finished him without letting up, and his muscles spasmed as he surrendered his control.
The softest sound of distress escaped her throat when that first shot jetted into her mouth. Her shoulders tensed, but then she went down. His head fell back as she sucked him tighter before slowly pulling back.
She smiled proudly, licking her lips. All traces of his release gone. “Is that what you had in mind?”
He threw the towels onto the floor and pulled her into a hard kiss. “You’re fucking amazing.” Despite finishing, he remained hard. He wanted to rip off her clothes and claim her.
She buried her face in his throat and shyly laughed. “So it was good?”
“Beyond.” He kissed her again, this time softer. “Not just the blowjob either. The massage was incredible. My back feels amazing. What can’t you do?”
She laughed again. “I kill orchids.”
“I don’t know what an orchid is, so that means nothing.”
“They’re really pretty flowers, but I can never keep them alive.”
He would buy her a hundred orchids. She could murder every single one. She was still fucking perfect in his eyes.
CHAPTER 19
“Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow …”
“How did you get him to do all of this?”
Wren looked up at Lilly from where she fussed with the printer on the shelf. “What do you mean?”
“Greyson,” Lilly said, “He fixed everything.” A wicked smile curved along her pert lips. “Are you two sleeping together?”
Wren gawked as a choked sound escaped her throat. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m one hundred percent sure that Greyson and I did not have sex.” On a political level, that rang true. However, she hoped that would become a lie very soon. “There. Paper jam’s fixed.” Wren stood and tossed the crumpled culprit that had caused the jam into the trash bin. “We need to clean the therapy rooms before our afternoon massage clients arrive.”
Lilly arched a brow. “Oh yeah? Why? Is the energy off?”
Wren gave her a silencing look. “Just run through them with some sage and get all the corners.”
“Right,” she said dryly. “Well, speak of the devil.” Lilly balanced her chin on her knuckles, elbow on the reception desk, and grinned widely as the lobby doors opened. “Hello, Greyson.”
“Lilly.” He nodded then turned his attention to her, face placid, but his eyes holding a thousand secrets. “Wren.”
Wren’s stomach swooped as his hungry gaze whispered over her. She could still feel his phantom touch from this morning. Who knew a man could do things that made a woman make sounds like that? He had her so hot she’d hit opera-level high notes. One more orgasm and her cries could have shattered glass.
Heat crept up her neck as awareness flooded her body. Every nerve ending seemed to remember exactly how he’d touched her, how he made her feel. Her skin tingled with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he’d worshipped her body with such reverent intensity.
“Greyson,” she greeted, her voice a complete contrast to the orgy of pornographic memories playing in her head.
Lilly snorted. “Okay, what’s going on? Something’s definitely up between you two.”
Greyson’s stare snapped to Lilly. “Nothing’s up. I came by to go over snow prep with Bodhi.”
Lilly rolled her eyes. “Sure.” Grabbing her teacup, she left the reception area. “He’s in the back. I’ll get him. Wren, can you watch the desk for a sec? We have guests coming in this morning.”
“Of course.”
The moment they were alone, Wren rounded the desk and glanced back at the empty hall. Satisfied they had privacy, she pressed herself to his front and leaned up for a kiss. “Hi.”
His hands dropped to her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer. “How was your ride in?”
She breathed in his familiar scent, smiling at the trace of coffee and frigid air that clung to his clothes. He must have stopped at the café. “I can’t stop thinking about this morning.”
He grinned. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She squirmed to get closer, but they wore too many clothes and were in a public place. “I wish we didn’t have to work today.”
Voices traveled from the hall and he released her. Greyson cleared his throat. “They’re expecting quite a bit of snow tonight. You should probably stay at your place, in case you need to get back for anything. I’ll be out plowing most of the night.”
Disappointment doused her euphoric mood. “Oh.” She twisted her lips. “Okay.”
He looked like he wanted to touch her again, but the sound of Lilly and Bodhi approaching kept them at a distance. “You can catch up on rest.”
True, she’d been a little sleep deprived since things started up with him, but she had no complaints. “Sure.”
“And, if you want, I can come by when I’m done.”
She smiled, relieved she’d still get to see him. The thought of him creeping into her bed did things to her…delicious things. “People might see your truck.”