Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“I help with the cleanup.” She certainly didn’t want to be seen as being lazy.
“Not tonight. Tonight I’m taking you home.”
“I’ve got it,” Amelia said. “No worries.”
Agatha took the tray to the back of the kitchen, quickly grabbed her purse as she hadn’t bothered with her jacket, and then followed Boyan out of the bar into the hot night. She was sure it had gotten hotter in the past few hours. There was no way she’d be able to put the jacket on.
“You know, that was quite rude,” she said.
“Val knows how to clean up and Wolfe will be by to pick Amelia up. If she’s not finished, he’ll help.”
“And it will make them hate me more because I’m not pulling my weight.” She sighed. “The town doesn’t like me at all right now. What do you think they’re going to think of me if they believe I’m not pulling my weight?” she asked.
“Do you think I give a shit about what the pack feels?”
“Pack?”
“The town.” He pulled her into his arms and pressed her up against the side of a tree.
“You say some strange words, do you know that?” she asked.
“They’re just words. They have no meaning.”
“Words have a whole lot of meaning.” She was stopped from saying another word as he took possession of her mouth.
This kiss wasn’t gentle or sweet, but passionate, consuming. He commanded with his lips, and Agatha couldn’t deny that she melted against him, craved his kisses. All night she’d been thinking about his lips on hers, wanting his hands all over her body. It was like Boyan had stepped into her fantasies, learned what he wanted, and come right out of them, and intended to use them to his advantage.
“I want to take you home, Agatha,” he said. “I want to strip off these clothes and touch every inch of you. I want to suck on your tits. I want to kiss your pussy. I want to taste your sweet cunt on my tongue.”
She groaned.
“And I know you want that as well, don’t you?”
Another moan.
“Yes, you do, but you don’t have to say anything. I know what you want.” He kissed her lips. “Unless I’m wrong. Tell me to fuck off.”
“No,” she said.
“I’m wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong. I want that.”
“Then do you forgive me for making you leave work?”
She rolled her eyes and he chuckled, taking hold of her hand, and together they walked the short distance toward her place. Boyan took the key from her hand, sliding it into the lock, flicking the catch open. She stepped inside her place and made her way upstairs.
Agatha didn’t get far before he was there, his hands on hers. He grabbed the edge of her camisole top and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the side. The lacy white bra she wore went next, ending up on the floor. Agatha took off his jacket and tossed it over the sofa. She went for his shirt, but Boyan was there first, tugging it over his head. She couldn’t help but be distracted by his ink and of course his full, muscular body. His long hair was still tied back but she didn’t mind.
Agatha reached for his jeans, flicking the button open, but he grabbed her hips and spun her around so that her back was pressed to his front. Boyan’s arms crossed over her body. She became acutely aware of every little detail of him. The thickness of his arms. How good it felt to have his hands on her body. All of it. Not a single detail was lost.
Another moan escaped her lips and he chuckled.
“Do I drive you wild?” he asked.
“You know you do.”
His teeth nibbled at her. “Good.” He kissed her neck and at the same time, she felt his fingers delve into her jeans and flick the button open. Another moan left her. She couldn’t help it. He took care of the zipper and loosened the jeans enough to shove his hands inside. He went past her panties, and then she felt him on her pussy.
“You’re already so wet for me, baby,” he said. “Have you been thinking about me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He nibbled her neck and then started to stroke her clit.
Agatha closed her eyes, trying to hold off her orgasm but with just a few light touches on her nub, she was ready to come apart. The pleasure was intense. She sunk her teeth into her lip, trying to think of everything but coming.
“Come for me,” he said.
And just like that, as if by magic, she did so, screaming his name. They were not even naked yet, and he’d barely touched her, but she screamed his name, not wanting him to stop.
Boyan growled against her neck, and then his warmth was gone. She opened her eyes and he’d crouched down, taking the jeans with him.