Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“I left you a plate,” she whispers, her voice husky.
I turn from the fridge, food forgotten. She’s standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped above her head. Her plush pink robe hugs her curves and I stalk across the kitchen. “I’m hungry for something else.”
She runs her tongue across her plump lip. “Like what?”
“Like you,” I answer and pick her up bridal style. She feels just as right in my arms tonight as she did last night.
I should probably say something, tell her the thing I wanted to before this gets out of hand. But I can’t think straight with her in my arms, so I set her on top of the washing machine.
I blow out a breath. “I’m probably going to fuck this up no matter how I say it. But I don’t want to be that weird, pervy boss who takes advan—”
She loops her arms around my neck. “Kiss me, Lincoln.”
Fuck, that’s the first time she’s called my name and it sends a bolt of lust through my body to hear it from those pretty little lips of hers. She’s everything I didn’t realize I wanted. Everything I’ve been longing for. But I can’t tell her that right now. It’s too big, too intense. So I kiss her, slanting my lips over hers and letting myself get lost in the sensation of this beautiful woman, yielding to me.
Her lips are soft, pliant beneath mine. When I deepen the kiss, she rakes her fingernails down my back, and I feel it through the thin material of my t-shirt. Suddenly, all I can think about is when she did that at the hotel last night. How otherworldly it felt to slip into her body. How my entire universe rearranged itself in a single evening.
I break the kiss only when we’re both gasping for air, sucking in oxygen greedily. I reach for the towel on her head and free the long tendrils of her dark hair. One day I’ll wrap it around my fist while I fuck her hard from behind. The thought has my cock surging even higher in my jeans.
“I like you like this, fresh-faced from the shower. Did you think of me while you were in there?”
The soft pink color staining her cheeks tells me everything I need to know. This woman is just as obsessed with me as I am with her. It’s a damn good thing too. I’d go wild if she didn’t share my attraction.
“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” I reach for the belt of her robe and loosen it. I pause and give her a moment, letting the anticipation build for both of us before I slowly peel it open. Her body has that familiar vanilla and sugar smell from last night. Her small tits are magnificent, the sharp little buds pointing out to me as if they know their master.
I trace my hands along the rounded curves of her stomach, cupping her. I love the rolls and the cellulite. They’re proof that my woman is healthy and strong.
I skim my rough hands along her wide hips. Hips that I’ll hold steady while I drill into her. Hips that will one day bear my babies.
“Yes,” she finally admits in a small whisper.
It takes me a moment to remember what we were talking about. I asked her if she touched herself in the shower while she was thinking of me.
I bring my hand up and smack her pussy, loving the sound of my palm connecting with her wet flesh. “You were naughty.”
She moans, her pupils blown and her breath coming in sharp pants. She spreads her thighs wider, urging me on. I smack it again and marvel at the sight of my handprint on her skin. We’ll be doing this again soon. Hell, maybe I’ll paddle her like a naughty girl next time. The idea has precum leaking into my briefs.
I slap her pretty cunt a third time and this time she jolts in surprise. “Ooh, ahh,” she leans back onto the washing machine and that’s when I realize it’s on. I’m so used to the loud noise it makes that I didn’t realize she was running it.
“I fixed it,” she explains in between little pants that have me yanking down my jeans and shoving deep into her in one quick thrust.
When she moans loudly, I put my hand over her mouth, so she won’t wake the kids. I wouldn’t know how to explain to them that I like playtime with the nanny too. “You’re going to come quietly like a good girl.”
Her fingers scrabble for purchase and she clutches my biceps, digging her nails into my skin again. That’s right, little firecracker. Mark up your man.
I feel the moment her orgasm starts, the way her body squeezes mine so tightly has me coming too. She milks my cock for every last drop, her pretty cunt taking everything I’m pumping into her.