Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
I smirk, my lips curling like I’ve just won the damn lottery. “I have every faith you can keep up with me.” My voice is a purr, dripping with confidence as I let the sheet slip down giving him a full view of my naked tits.
“Why don’t I start trying right now,” he growls, and before I can even think, he’s got me flat on my back, the mattress sinking under my weight.
He’s on me in an instant with his hips pressing into mine. I feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans, already straining against the zipper. “Fuck me,” I breathe, my hands flying to his shoulders, holding on tight.
He doesn’t make me beg. His mouth crashes down on mine, hot and demanding then his tongue slides against my lips until I open for him. The taste of him is intoxicating and I moan into his mouth, my hips arching up to meet his.
His hands are everywhere, rough and impatient. His mouth leaves mine, trailing down my neck, sucking and biting until I’m squirming beneath him. “I can’t get enough of you,” he mutters against my skin, his breath hot and wet, and I can’t help but laugh, even as my body burns for him.
“Good,” I gasp, my fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans. He helps me, shoving them down his hips, and his cock springs free, thick and heavy in my hand. I stroke him once, twice, feeling the way he pulses in my grip, and he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, his hands sliding down to my waist as his body presses into mine. His cock slides against my wetness too freaking slow.
“See, you’re not too old keep up,” I whisper, my voice shaking with need, and he laughs, a dark, delicious sound that sends shivers down my spine.
“Damn right,” he roars and presses forward, filling me in one hard thrust that has me crying out his name. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a second to breathe, just fucks me with a rhythm that’s relentless. His hips slam into mine with a force that has me seeing stars.
“Don’t stop,” I moan while wrapping my legs around his waist. I pull him deeper and he grunts as his hands grip my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow. I don’t care. All I care about is the way he feels inside me. The way he stretches me, fills me up, fucks me, says he’s trying to claim every inch of me.
His mouth finds mine again, swallowing my moans as he drives into me harder, faster, until I’m teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the need to come. “Please, I’m so close,” I gasp, and he growls against my lips, his thrusts becoming even more frantic.
“Come for me,” he demands, his voice rough and raw, and I do, my body shattering around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He follows me over the edge with a groan. I feel his cock pulsing inside me before his body collapses on top of mine.
We lay there for a moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. “Told you you could keep up,” I murmur, my voice lazy and satisfied, and he laughs, the sound vibrating through me.
“Barely,” he mutters, but he’s grinning as he rolls off me, pulling me into his arms. “But I’ll always try my best for you.”
And I know he will. Because he loves me.
CHAPTER 14
WYATT
Giant Carmichael’s office is the definition of overkill. It’s a glass and steel cube, perched on the top floor of a building designed to make the rest of Silver Spoon Falls feel like a goddamn off-ramp truck stop. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, a slab of desk that probably cost more than my truck, and a minimalist vibe.
Giant is one huge motherfucker. The man’s got a jaw like a cinderblock and hands the size of Sunday hams. I know for a fact he benched four hundred in college, but now he moves with the slick confidence of someone who’s built his body into a brand. He’s wearing a shirt so white it glows blue in the window light, and a suit that looks vacuum-sealed to his chest.
We’re sitting across from each other, running through the transition protocol for my first week at Carmichael Security. I’m supposed to be laser-focused, but my mind keeps drifting to Naomi. I wonder what she’s having for lunch, if she remembered to lock the door, if she’s safe at the house without me. I want to call her, just to hear her voice, but right now isn’t the time. Fuck. I’m turning into a pussy-whipped asshole. And I couldn’t be happier.
Giant steeples his hands, eyes on the cityscape. “I want you to review these escalation flows, line by line. We just landed the contract for the Excellence Center. No margin for error. You copy, Byrne?”