Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
He bunches up my dress but pauses for a moment when he notices I don’t have underwear on.
“Bombshell.” His eyes snap up to mine. “You’ve been running around without panties?”
“Oops!” I feign innocence and he narrows his eyes.
His hard look only makes me wetter, and I’m anxious for the fucking he’s about to give me. He keeps ripping them off of me, so what was the point?
“Showing off your tits to the server.” His voice is clipped like he can’t even think the words, let alone say them. I don’t know if it’s from being turned on or being pissed. From the look in his eyes and his hardness pressed into my hip, I’m going with it being a mix of both.
“I was showing her I had you taken care of.” I know Jensen only wants me. The man barely takes his eyes off me and it’s only when he has to. But if anyone should understand the need to show everyone ownership, it’s him. He makes sure everyone who comes within a ten-mile radius knows I’m his. I’d even go as far as to say he’d have Mine or Property of Jensen tattooed on me, but that would mean someone else would have to touch me to do it and that’s not happening.
“No one sees this but me.” Jealousy flashes in his eyes. His fingers slide into my pussy and I throw my head back. “You’ve been a bad girl, bombshell. I shouldn't give you this, but you know I don’t like it when you don’t get what you want.”
“Please.” I push myself onto his hand, trying to get more of him.
“Be quiet. I bet that prick who works here is standing outside the bathroom door right now. He’s probably wishing he was me while he palms his dick and tries to hear those sweet sounds you make when I get you worked up.”
He’s talking about Nathan, who doesn't even come over to say hi to me anymore. I’d bet anything it’s because my husband said something to him. Oh god, why does thinking that someone out there might hear us make me even hotter?
“You’re going to be silent, aren’t you, bombshell?” I nod my head and clamp my lips tight.
Everyone in my family thinks it’s funny how Jensen acts around me while I pretend to be annoyed. I’m not sure why, because he knows I’m faking it and I love his jealous attention more than I should. He gets rough and demanding, then he loves me exactly how I want.
He gives me a cocky smile as his finger goes right for my clit. I whimper as I try not to make a sound. He grinds his cock against me and my core clenches, feeling empty.
“You’ll get that when we get home,” he says against my ear. “You’ll get it all night.”
I open my mouth and come undone. His lips fall onto mine and he kisses me to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. He eats them like I know he’s going to me eat me later because he can never get enough.
He keeps moving his fingers against me and draws out the ecstasy until he’s holding me upright so I don’t fall over. When the last of it rolls over me, my eyes lazily drift open and I let out a small sigh. He’s smiling at me and my heart warms.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, and my cheeks heat. God, I love this man. “How did I get so fucking lucky?” He shakes his head and kisses me one last time. “Let me get you together.”
I sigh again as I stand up on my own and he rights my skirt. He gives each of my breasts a kiss before buttoning my shirt back together.
“No leaving the house without underwear.” He gives me a warning look and desire begins to stir again.
I shrug. “I couldn’t find them. You’re the one who rushed us to move into the new house. I can’t find anything anymore.”
It’s true, but I don’t care. The last two months have been a whirlwind, and if anyone knew how quickly life could change it should be me. Still, it’s hard to wrap my mind around the life I have versus the one I had before Jensen. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I can breathe again. I might have a possessive, controlling husband, but only because I chose to. We fit together and I wouldn’t change a thing.
I’m a married woman and just found out I’m pregnant. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and a life I’ve always wanted. I can’t wait to tell him tonight when we’re in bed and can celebrate. If being a husband is any indication, he’s going to be the best father in the world.
“Shall we?” he asks, holding out his hand for me.