Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Why are New Yorkers so depressed?”
“Oh, right.” Her eyes twinkled, and she grinned. “Because the light at the end of the Tunnel is New Jersey.” Then she burst into laughter.
“That’s terrible,” I told her with an indulgent smile. Damn, she was adorable.
“Isn’t it? Yet hilarious.”
Picking up my chopsticks again, I popped a chunk of chicken in my mouth, not really tasting it because I was absorbed in watching Jenna eat. It had been that way ever since her bite.
“Did you like growing up in Manhattan?” I asked casually, pushing the food around in the little white container.
Jenna’s mouth curved up, and her voice was filled with affection when she answered. “Absolutely. I’ll always be a New Yorker. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”
“In a place like you live now?”
“You mean the penthouse?”
I nodded, then pretended to find something interesting about my food so she wouldn’t see how important her answer was to me. “Yeah. Is that how you see yourself settling down with a husband and kids?”
She was quiet for so long that I wasn’t sure she would answer. When I finally looked at her, her expression was a little hesitant.
“Hey, sunshine. What have I told you about being afraid to tell me things? There is nothing wrong with having your own feelings and opinions, even if everyone else disagrees.”
Jenna’s whole countenance softened, and her cheeks became rosy. Why the hell was that so damn sexy?
“I wouldn’t mind a place like my childhood home. But if I could pick anything, I’d probably go with a cozy townhome. One with a yard, a big playroom, and the kind of kitchen where I can bake with my kids. I’ve always enjoyed the more residential areas of Manhattan. They’re so homey.” She shrugged as if it was no big deal, but I saw the truth of it in her eyes. “Hopefully, I’ll marry a man who doesn’t mind using his wife’s trust fund to buy the perfect New York home.”
“Or you could just marry one who has his own billions,” I suggested wryly.
“That’s an option too,” she giggled.
It’s the only one you have, sunshine.
I continued to covertly grill her for the rest of our time together. When I had to get back to work, I was confident that the last house I’d visited would be our dream home.
On my way to my next appointment, I called my real estate agent and told her to make it happen. “No negotiations, Rinda,” I said firmly.
“But—”
“Offer them asking price. Tell them it will be cash if I can take occupancy in a week. If they balk at that, throw money at them until they agree.”
“Dr. Sutton! But—”
“Just do it, Rinda. Or I’ll find someone who will.” Then I hung up.
Later that night, she called to tell me the deal went through, and they’d agreed to be out by the end of the week.
I stood in the primary bedroom and stared out the window overlooking the backyard. There was a perfect spot for a play set and swings. I could practically see our kids running around, giggling, and having fun.
Turning around, I surveyed the space, stopping when I found the perfect spot for our bed.
I caressed Jenna’s round, swollen belly before placing a kiss on the smooth skin. “It’s such a fucking turn-on to see you like this, sunshine,” I murmured as my palms slid up her naked body to cup her tits. They’d gotten bigger during her first pregnancy, and my hands couldn’t contain them. She’d had spectacular breasts before, but there was something extra sexy in knowing that they’d grown to accommodate her milk so she could feed our babies.
Jenna was horny as fuck when she was knocked up, and, it turned out, while breast-feeding. Her tits were incredibly sensitive, and it took very little effort to make her come…which was so very tempting to me. Plus, my wife couldn’t stay off my cock, so I only took some of the blame when she got pregnant again while she was still nursing our three-month-old daughter.
I plucked both nipples, and she cried out as droplets of her cream beaded on the tips. My cock throbbed and released a spurt of come onto her bare pussy as I bent my head and licked up the sweet nectar.
“Chase,” she moaned, arching her back.
She looked so fucking beautiful sprawled on her back with her blond hair spilling over a pillow. Her skin was flushed, and her blue eyes glazed with passion, still reeling from the orgasm I’d just given her with my mouth.
The light streaming in from the windows made her slick pussy and wet nipples glisten. I licked my lips, savoring the mix of her flavors before feeding from her ripe tits until I was full.
“Chase, please,” she begged as she ran her fingertips down my chest, sending a little shiver down my spine. “I need you.”