Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
His gaze flits across my face. "What are you saying, baby?"
"I'm saying…I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry that I've been a jerk. All you've done is fought for me all along, and I've made it so much harder than it had to be. You didn't deserve that." I press my palm to his cheek. "And I'm asking…for a chance to love you the way you deserve to be loved."
Heat and hope flare in his eyes in tandem, those blue flecks sparkling like diamonds. "Say it," he growls.
"I love you, Easton. Despite telling myself not to do it, I fell in love with you, and I don't want to stop falling now." I bite my lip. "So I want to change my rules."
"Yeah? What are your new rules?"
"I only date one cop. You." My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I flick my gaze up at him. "And maybe that one cop marries me one day."
"Fuck," he groans, pressing his forehead to mine. "Does that one cop get to flirt with you?"
"Maybe."
"Does he get to touch you?"
"Definitely."
"Does he get to kiss you at work?"
"Don't get too carried away now," I say. "What we do is too important to get distracted, and that one cop is very, very distracting."
"What if that one dispatcher wasn't a dispatcher any longer? Could that one cop kiss her at work then?" He brushes his nose against mine, rubbing his hands up and down my back in a way that's all too distracting—exactly like I told him.
"I'm not quitting just so you can kiss me whenever you want, Easton," I say, laughing softly.
"Obviously not. But you won't need to work here if you're working for the FBI, princess."
"They keep rejecting me."
"No. One asshole recruiter keeps rejecting you," he corrects, his tone making it clear what he thinks about that. "But you have a meeting with the SAC in Houston next week. He's a helluva lot smarter than that asshole recruiter, baby. At least, he will be if he hires you."
"I…what?"
"My dad called the SAC about you earlier today," he murmurs. "He wants to meet you next week." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wrinkled Post-it. "All you have to do is call him and set it up."
"I…don't know what to say," I whisper, staring in shock at the number scrawled across the yellow slip of paper.
"You don't say anything, princess," he growls, pressing his lips to my ear. "You know exactly how you thank me."
I shiver, goosebumps breaking out all over my body at the reminder of how he wanted his thanks before work. Honestly, it felt more like a thank you for me than him, but am I really going to complain about orgasms?
Absolutely not.
Instead, I press myself deeper into his arms, clinging to him. "I don't deserve you," I whisper.
"Yeah, you do," he whispers back. "You absolutely fucking do, princess."
Chapter Ten
Easton
"Iwant to try something," I whisper, crawling over Molly in the middle of her bed. She's sprawled out beneath me, her hair spread across her pillows, looking like a fucking goddess with my marks all over her.
"Try away," she whispers, throwing her arms out wide, a sweet siren's smile on her face.
My cock throbs, twitching. Goddamn, she's beautiful.
"Remember you said that," I murmur, reaching for the cuffs I placed on the table beside the bed.
They clink, drawing her attention. Her eyes grow wide as she sucks in a breath.
"Easton…"
"Do you trust me, princess?"
"Yes."
"Then trust me," I murmur, leaning down to kiss her as I draw her arms up over her head. I play with her tongue, getting lost in the kiss, in her. Fuck. I could kiss this woman all day and not regret a second of the time spent right here.
When she's writhing beneath me, I click the cuffs into place, weaving the short chain between a slat on the bed to keep her right where I want her.
The position arches her back slightly, lifting her full breasts. I lean down, capturing one between my lips to lavish it with attention.
"Oh," she moans, relaxing beneath me.
"Good girl." I keep her occupied, keep her focused on what I'm doing to her instead of on what I'm doing—feeling around for the ring I hid under the pillows before I got her into the bed.
My hand closes around it as she whimpers beneath me, chafing her thighs together in search of friction. I reach up with one hand, searching for her ring finger as my other hand trails down her belly, seeking heaven.
She's already slick and swollen for me.
I circle her clit slowly, relishing her needy whimpers and the way her hips roll up to meet my touch. Her tight cunt clenches around my fingers as I slip two inside her, pumping in and out. I keep her distracted, lost in pleasure as my other hand finds her ring finger.