Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Seraphina giggles, nudging the door closed behind her before she scurries across the office to me, not stopping until she's curled up on my lap with her head on my shoulder.
"How's my baby?" I ask, resting my palm over her little bump.
"Hungry." She peeks up at me, grinning. "He wants nachos."
"He does, huh?" I smirk at her, shaking my head. "I think we can make that happen for him, angel."
"We can," she agrees, her eyes locking on my lips. "But you aren't invited."
"What the fuck?" I scowl at her.
"I'm having lunch with Miriam today. We have things to discuss."
"What things? Why am I just hearing about this?"
"Because we just decided." She pats me on the shoulder. "Don't worry, big guy. I'm sure you and Jake can find something to do for an hour while we gorge ourselves on nachos and gossip about the two of you."
Since Miriam and Jake got married, all they do is gossip about the two of us when they get together. I'm not complaining. So long as my wife is happy, I'm happy. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to make her pay for it.
"Fine," I growl, shoving my hand between her legs to palm her hot little cunt. "But I'm eating you for dinner."
"You can't," she gasps, spreading her legs on instinct. "We're having dinner with Emelia, Ava, Nova, and their husbands, remember?"
"Fine." I flick her panties to the side. "Guess I'll just have to get my taste now."
"Stone," she moans…but she doesn't tell me no when I lift her off my lap, planting her on the edge of my desk. She just braces herself, spreading her legs wide.
I drop to my knees, kissing my way up her thighs. "Gotta give you something to talk about at lunch," I murmur. "You can tell Miriam that you have a perfect husband with a perfect mouth who never does anything wrong."
"You are—"
I bury my face in her pussy before she can tell me that I'm full of shit. We both know I am. I'm also shamelessly, obsessively, wildly in love with her.
Her hands fly to my hair, a whine rolling from her lips as I attack her, fucking her with my tongue and sucking on her clit until she's gasping my name. When she's right on the edge, I pull back just long enough to look at her.
"You can tell her that I love you more today than ever," I murmur. "And that I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today."
Her expression softens, and then my face is between her legs again. She melts for me, coming all over my face with a soft cry. I lick up every drop she spills, as greedy for it as ever.
When she's limp and mewling, I press a kiss to her clit and then shift her panties back into place before pulling her off the desk onto my lap. She snuggles in with the sweetest sigh.
"You don't play fair," she mumbles.
"Yeah?" I nuzzle my face against hers, smiling. "Why is that?"
"Because now your baby wants nachos, but your wife wants a nap." She yawns, burrowing her face into my throat. "I can't gossip and sleep at the same time, Stone."
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Sleep for ten minutes, angel. You've got time."
"Yeah," she mumbles, already dozing in my arms.
I pull her closer as her body melts against mine and she drifts, blissed out and satisfied, the same damn way she always is with me.