Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Crazy? You have no idea.
“You’ll be sleeping in here,” I say as I open the door to the bedroom.
It’s larger than most living rooms, with a large bed surrounded by heavy drapes. The windows face the rose garden and there’s an en suite with a small reading area on the other side. There’s also a room attached that’s been converted into a closet, so that there’s never a need for more space.
The butler came ahead of me and turned down the bed and also placed her bag on the couch nearby.
“Oh my God, this is like a magazine.” She turns in a circle, and I see her wide eyes even in the dim light.
“There’s still so much left to do,” I say as I take her hand and pull her close to me. “But we have time.”
I can tell she doesn’t understand my meaning, but I don’t intend to ever let her leave. Is that potentially keeping her prisoner? Possibly. But I plan on making her cage so comfortable she never has a reason to leave it.
I touch my finger under her chin so she tilts her head back. “Dasher,” she says softly as her lips part, and I lean in close.
“Good night,” I whisper to her right before my lips barely brush over hers.
The door to the bedroom opens, and one of the cooks comes in with a tray. I see the cocoa along with some snacks, and I take a step back.
I look at Eve one last time and nod, then I turn to walk out of the room. “Good night,” I hear Eve say softly from behind me as I step across the threshold.
I try not to let the interruption make me angry, but I’m disappointed I have to let her go. Right now it’s after midnight and I saw her schedule in her apartment. She’s got an entire day of duties planned, and I don’t want to be the one that gets in the way of her work. Even if I don’t like that it takes her from me.
The next bedroom is down the hall, and I walk into it. It’s empty save for a velvet couch in the corner. It’s an incredibly large room for it to not have a use, but I believe at one point it was a nursery because it was so close to the master in this wing.
Taking off my jacket, I toss it on the back of the couch and then unbutton and roll up my sleeves. I kick off my shoes and then take off my socks and my bare feet sink into the carpet.
I fall onto the couch and look up at the gilded ceiling as I think about what it would be like to have babies with Eve. Obviously we would want them right away, and we’d have three. Maybe four if she would let me. I wonder if we could have our wedding in the rose garden this spring. An image of her surrounded by the blooming flowers as I make her mine has my cock hard once more.
I reach into my pants and grab my length, squeezing it lazily. I think about our wedding night and then our honeymoon, and I wonder where she would want to go. I can’t wait to show her the world and give her everything her heart yearns for.
It’s a long time later that I check my watch and see that I’ve been fantasizing about our lives together for hours. Pushing off the couch, I quietly pad out of the bedroom into the pitch-black hallway.
I glance behind me a few times as I reach the bedroom door, then press my ear to it and listen. When I don’t hear anything, I silently open the door and then close it quietly behind me. The room is so dark I can hardly see in front of me, but I know it like the back of my hand. I walk over to the bed, and as I get closer I can see some of the moonlight spilling onto it.
Eve is sleeping peacefully in my bed, and my body aches to lie with her. I’m desperate to feel her warmth against my body, but instead I grab the chair nearby and move it beside the bed. I sit down and lean back as I watch her sleep and every muscle in my body finally relaxes. It feels right being close to her, and I don’t realize how much I need it until I’m away from her for so long.
I memorize the curve of her lips and the flare of her lashes on her cheeks. After doing all of this I know that it won’t be enough. I have to touch her. I lean forward and brush a dark strand of hair off of her cheek, and to my shock she leans in to the touch. Her skin is so warm and soft, and I let my fingers linger there.