Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
He rarely left the house, always cooked for them, and she saw how close the two men were. They were clearly best friends as well as colleagues, or at least, James being the boss.
“Ah, there she is. Don’t you think my wife is beautiful, Drake?” James asked.
Heat flooded her cheeks as she glanced over at the man who’d not moved on her arrival. The past week she’d noticed he tended to leave whenever she arrived. This time, he stayed perfectly still.
“Yes. She’s so beautiful, and what makes it even more so, she doesn’t even think so.”
“Is that right, Abby? You don’t think you’re beautiful?” James asked.
“I—” What did she say? She didn’t think she was that beautiful at all.
“Ah, I see I need to be better. Come on, wife of mine. Come to me and I’ll show you how beautiful you are,” James said.
Drake chuckled. “Ignore him. He’s having a good day. You’re beautiful, Abby. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
She was having a hard time not noticing how sexy he was.
The swimming pants he wore didn’t exactly help her either. His body was a specimen of male perfection.
Turning her back to him, she climbed into the pool, aware of their gazes possibly being on her ass.
Just as she was about to let go, arms circled her. James spun her around so that she was staring at him.
“Ah, there she is.” He tilted her head back, dropping a kiss to her lips. “I’ve missed you.”
There went that fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You saw me at breakfast.”
“It has been too long since then.” His hands roamed down to cup her ass. “Perfection. I love your ass.”
This was the first time since their truce that he’d touched her with a sexual note. Staring into his eyes, she saw the arousal shining right at her.
It was arousal, right?
He pulled her in close, and at the feel of his cock she closed her eyes, letting out a moan.
“Is your pussy wet for me right now?”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
She had no control over this. Her body was not her own. He controlled every single part of her.
“Haven’t you felt that I want you, Abby?”
“We’re friends.”
“And we’re married. We can have both. Don’t you think about me fucking you? When you lie awake at night after a day with me, do you wonder what it would be like to have me visit you? To show you how good it would be to become mine.” His fingers moved beneath the fabric of her costume, teasing around the edge. He moved forward and cupped her pussy. A single finger sliding through her slit, shocking her as he touched her clit.
She looked back where Drake was, but there was no sign of him.
“Talk to me, Abby.”
“I—I, what do you want me to say?”
“Speak the truth. Do you think of me?”
She paused. The truth was on the tip of her tongue, but she held herself back.
“I know I think of you, all the time.”
“You do?” She opened her eyes to stare at him wondering if he spoke the truth or if it was all just bunch of lies.
“Yes. I want to bring you back to my room, to spread you out on my bed. Your hair cascading over my pillow as I spread your legs. Your pussy is always wet for me. Like it is now. You’re so wet. You want my cock, don’t you, Abby? I’ll make it so good for you.”
How could he know what she’d been thinking?
Feeling.
That she’d lain awake all night, desperate for him to be inside her?
It couldn’t be possible, but as he teased her clit, she couldn’t deny it.
She wanted him.
“Yes, I want you, James.” She opened her eyes.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Then how about tonight, you leave your door open and I’ll come and get you.”
“You want to be with me?” she asked.
“I can’t think of anything else.” He rubbed his cock against her. “You feel that. Feel how hard I am for you.”
“You’re so big.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll fit. I’ll bring you to orgasm until you can’t think straight. When I’m inside you, I’ll make it the best experience of your life.” He stroked her cheek, and just a little, she fell for him.
She didn’t like the man he’d been on her wedding night or the day after.
The man she’d seen the past week, the one who walked with her, shared his life, laughed, and took care, she knew without a doubt that she could come to love him.
When he tilted her head back and his lips brushed against hers, her body came to life. His hand left her pussy, and she whimpered.
“Tonight, Abby. I’ll be all yours tonight.”
She held his head, keeping him in place so that she could kiss him back. She loved the feel of his lips on hers.