Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"Tell me," I order.
"Do you think…maybe we can leave my hands untied sometimes? I love being tied up, but I want to be able to touch you too," she whispers.
"Yeah, we can definitely do that, beautiful." I run my knuckles down the side of her cheek. "If you want something, all you have to do is ask. Don't tell me you like something if you don't. Your comfort matters more than anything, Gemma."
"But I did like it. A lot. I just wanted to be able to touch you. Especially at the end." She blushes. "When it was softer, I mean."
"We'll leave your hands untied sometimes," I promise. "Sometimes, we won't tie you up at all. It doesn't have to be ropes all the time."
"I like the ropes."
"Me too."
That brilliant smile hits me right in the heart again.
"Was there anything you didn't like?"
"Yeah. You tearing my dress." She glares at me. At least, she tries to glare at me, but desire sparks in her eyes, ruining the effect.
"Liar," I say with a chuckle. "You can't even think about it without getting wet."
"I liked that dress, Bronx."
"You liked teasing me with that fucking dress."
"Same difference." She gives me a cheeky smile.
"How many more dresses do you have like that?"
"Depends. Why are you asking?"
"Trying to figure out how many more I'm going to have to rip off you."
"Oh, then I have a lot. A whole lot," she says.
I laugh again, shaking my head. "Don't go broke buying them just to drive me crazy, Dilemma. I'll give you my card."
"I can buy my own dresses."
"I know, but since I'm going to be the one destroying every single one you wear, I'll be the one buying them for you."
"Fine." She splashes water at me. "But just so you know, I like to shop."
I have a feeling her love of shopping is new, and it has everything to do with finding the shortest dresses she can and absolutely nothing to do with an actual desire to shop. But I let her have her fun. I certainly plan to have mine.
"Bring it on, Dilemma," I say. "Bring it on."
She smirks at me, not saying anything.
"Are you done soaking?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Am I getting water sex?"
"Not tonight."
"Then I guess so," she says dramatically.
"You're really itching for another spanking, aren't you? Wrap around me and hold on." I wait until she does as instructed and then stand. Water sloughs off of us.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You aren't spanking me."
I swat her ass, making her squeak. "Want to say that again, Dilemma?"
"Say what?"
"That's what I thought." I step out of the tub with her giggling in my ear.
"Can I tell you a secret?" she asks as I dry us off.
"What?"
She leans forward, pressing her lips against my ear. "I like being your good little cockwhore, Bronx."
Sweet Mother of God…I don't know what's better. The fact that she sounds like an angel when she says it. Or the fact that she bites me immediately afterward.
My already hard cock turns to steel, my restraint in tatters on the fucking floor. I groan, tossing the towel as I storm toward the bedroom, lifting her onto my cock.
Before we cross the threshold, she's impaled on me, moaning my name.
"So, you do still work here," Roman says, smirking at me late Sunday afternoon as I stomp into his office.
I hoist my finger in the air, dropping heavily into the chair across from his desk. My fucking legs feel like rubber. Every muscle in my body aches. I don't think Gemma and I slept more than an hour or two at a time all night. That was her doing, not mine.
The little minx is insatiable. Every damn time I'd think she was tapped out, her little ass would come back for more. And she doesn't play fair. She knows exactly what to say to make me lose my damn mind. The few times I thought I could stand strong, she quickly taught me otherwise.
All she had to do was touch her pussy, and I was on her in two seconds. No one touches what belongs to me. Not even her.
She paid for her sins in orgasms. All fucking night.
I didn't want to let her leave this morning, but her sisters wouldn't stop blowing up her phone. Emergency Sister Meeting. Whatever the fuck that is.
"I took two nights off, motherfucker," I growl at Roman. "And I was here the whole time."
"So I heard." He leans back in his chair, eyeing me. "Ares mentioned that you threatened to ban anyone who approached your girl."
"I did."
"And to do worse to anyone who touched her."
"Yep."
Roman nods. "You talked to her brother yet?"
"It's on my list."
"You might want to move it up," he suggests. "Word travels fast around this town. If you aren't careful, he'll hear it from someone else. That's the last thing you need."