Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
With eggs and bacon in his hands, he got started on cooking, which he rarely did. In fact, he often hated having to cook for himself. It was why he hired a chef for his country home where he spent a lot of time.
When it came to Winnie, there were not a lot of people he trusted with her care. His men knew they were to keep her safe and protected. Over the years, he had come to see that Winnie liked to take care of herself. She cooked and cleaned, even though he paid companies to do it. After a while, he simply stopped paying them. He had arrived home to find his wife cleaning, and the woman who was supposed to be doing that job sat, enjoying a cup of tea, talking to his wife.
He put an end to that, simply because he wasn’t going to spend money if he didn’t have to. Winnie’s response at the time was that it was his money to waste, and she was more than capable of cleaning. So, he let her cook, clean, and do the grocery shopping.
And here he was, in his kitchen, cooking breakfast. He was halfway through cooking the scrambled eggs when Winnie appeared.
“I thought I could smell breakfast.” She had changed into a pair of sweatpants, and one of his shirts, which was not buttoned correctly. Her full brown hair was pinned to the top of her head, and curls seemed to fall around her face. She looked … well fucked. In the sexiest of ways. She was refreshed.
“Here, let me take over,” Winnie said, holding her hand out for the spoon he was using to stir the eggs.
He placed it in her hand but couldn’t resist stealing a kiss. She moaned and then giggled.
“Morning,” she said.
“Good morning.”
He stepped away, poured her a coffee, then leaned against the far kitchen counter and watched her. She was a natural when it came to cooking, and within a matter of minutes, the breakfast was ready for them to enjoy.
For some odd reason, he never thought sweatpants could be sexy, and yet, the curves of Winnie’s ass were driving him crazy.
He carried their cups into the dining room, and Winnie brought in their food. Elias watched her as she took a seat.
He didn’t know if he was expecting her to wince. Last night had been intense. He’d licked her pussy, bringing her to orgasm at least twice, yet it hadn’t been enough to take the pain away. She had still cried out, and those small fists of hers had been scrunched up as if to expect more pain.
He hated every last second of it. Only, he’d not pulled out. He hadn’t brought a stop to it, even though he probably should have. He waited until she stopped fighting him. She hadn’t told him to stop, but the tension within her body had told him all he needed to know.
Slowly, patiently, the pain had ebbed away until there was nothing left, and Winnie had been the one to wriggle on his dick, which had been a fucking miracle. He also didn’t know how he could stand to take much more of the pleasure. And then he’d made love to her, bringing her to a third orgasm as he found his first.
Afterward, he’d done the gentlemanly thing by taking her to the bathroom and helping her in the bath. There had been soothing salts, and he’d gone to clean off the bed.
When he pulled out of her as they completed, he had seen the blood that coated the sheet beneath her. He’d felt so fucking weak, yet strong. Possessive.
He made money from willing women selling their bodies, and he got off on the fact his wife was a virgin. He knew that made him sound so many different kinds of asshole, but he couldn’t help it. She was amazing.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
Winnie didn’t whimper or hesitate as she sat down.
“I’m good.” She offered him the most adorable smile. “You?”
“I’m not the one that felt pain last night.”
And then he saw her cheeks start to deepen in color.
“It’s fine. I’m fine.” She tilted her head to the side, and looked so cute as she did, and sexy. “You snuck out.”
“There was no sneaking. You were out for the count.”
Winnie chuckled. “Yeah, you did tire me out.”
Elias had intended to be the ultimate gentleman and allow Winnie to rest. Last night, she had teased him, tempted him, and he hadn’t been strong enough. He’d made love to her a second time, and then a third. After that, he refused and pulled her into his arms, where he forced her to go to sleep. By force, he held her hands away from his dick and just hugged her. Never had he hugged his wife, or any other woman.