Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Chuckling on a huff of desperate need, without preamble I guided my cock to her pussy, then gripped her arse cheeks, and thrust in.
“Oh!” Aria cried out, steadying herself.
“You all right?” I asked hoarsely because my entire being was centered on the heat squeezing my cock. Fuck, I wanted to take her bare.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop.”
So I didn’t.
The sight of her taking me, her back arching, the way she pushed into my thrusts with mindless want sent me too close to the edge too soon. I wanted her to come first, like this, to prove she was so lost in what was between us that her insecurities would disappear. Lucas Grant and every prick who had come before him weren’t in this room with us, in her mind, poisoning the way this felt. I reached out, wrapped her hair around my fist, and gave it a gentle tug, testing her.
Her pussy rippled around me as she moaned, arching into the next drive of my cock.
Something bigger, more dangerous than satisfaction, slammed through me, and my grip on her tightened. I tugged a little harder.
Aria cried out as her pussy clamped around my driving dick and throbbed, convulsing around me in tight squeezes that cut off the blood to my brain. I let go of her hair to grab her hips, pumping harder, faster into her climax until she wrenched my orgasm from me.
“Aria!” Her name exploded from my lips in a growled yell of disbelief, my mind momentarily blanking as pleasure consumed me. My hips shuddered as I came and came and fucking came.
Fuuuuuuck.
I think I might have spaced out for a few seconds.
My limbs were warm and loose as I pressed my lips to Aria’s damp upper back before I pulled out of her.
Then I kissed her delicious arse for good measure and gave it a gentle smack. “This is my arse now, princess.”
She let out a huff of laughter as she collapsed onto the bed and turned, her hair clouding around her face, her tits trembling. Her low-lidded eyes smoldered with pleasure and amusement. Her voice was huskier than ever. “Honestly, I can’t even argue with you after coming that hard.”
Smug, pleased, I grinned. “Good to know that I now have a way of winning every argument with you.”
Aria rolled her eyes, and I laughed as I reluctantly jumped off the bed to deal with the condom.
When I returned from the bathroom, tenderness filled me at the sight of her drowsy expression. I tugged on her hand, and her eyes opened. “You need to eat something.”
“I’d rather sleep.” She yawned as if to prove her point.
The woman worked too hard. Determined, I tugged harder. “Eat first. Then sleep.”
Hearing my tone, she groaned and pushed up off the bed. “Okay. But I hope you’re cooking.”
Chuckling, I hauled her onto her feet, copping a feel before I helped her into her robe. She only rolled her eyes again at my antics, but once I’d pulled on my jeans, she followed me downstairs, where I proceeded to force her to sit and do nothing while I made a pile of French toast for my woman.
My woman.
Three nights together and already she had me thinking that way.
I knew Aria wasn’t thinking that way.
This was just casual for her.
But I already knew it wasn’t casual for me.
I was hooked.
And in big fucking trouble.
Eighteen
ARIA
Icouldn’t remember the last time I’d floated into work in such a good mood. Worries over Allegra’s continued distance got shoved to the back of my mind. Not even the link my mother had sent me to a website for a new diet fad bothered me, and the million things I knew I had to do at work made me anticipate instead of dread it.
All because last night a generous man had made me feel beautiful and sexual, then fed me, then gave me another two orgasms before insisting on holding me as we fell asleep in bed together. I should have told North to go back to the castle, but it was raining and the truth was, I loved every minute of falling asleep in his arms. It didn’t mean anything other than I was appreciative. I’d permitted myself to enjoy North Hunter.
And I felt like a new woman.
North snuck into the castle first when we pulled up. I waited five minutes and strolled in on my cloud of happy. I beamed at Wakefield and called good morning to him. If my cheery greeting surprised the man, no one would know. Wakefield was the world’s best butler. He could keep a neutral expression through anything.
I’d barely settled into the office when he knocked on my door, bringing me my morning coffee. Beside the cup was a small plate. “Mrs. Hutchinson made her famous shortbread last night, and I took the liberty of procuring some for you.”