Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 157491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“Oh, no. What are you going to do to me?” Her eyes glitter, full of daring.
“That all depends on what you want.”
“I want it all.”
“Then how about we start here.”
There are no more words as our mouths fuse. Her lips are soft and warm and her breath sweet. It’s an unhurried kiss, a thorough kiss, a kiss that encompasses love, desire, and happiness, all without the need for words.
This woman is everything to me.
But as with all kisses, there’s a tipping point. Pull away or deepen. All in or quit. And today, it’s lady’s choice.
“That was a kiss and a half,” she whispers, pulling back and swiping her thumb across my bottom lip.
“Let’s round it up,” I reply, lowering my head again. “No one wants half kisses.”
“Not so fast.” She presses her hand to the center of my chest, holding me there. “I had an interesting conversation today.”
“Oh?”
“With Viktoria Kvitko.”
“Who?” My brow furrows.
“Instagram model? The woman who sent my Katia dress viral a while ago?”
“Oh, her.” I smile. I know what’s coming. I promised Isla I wouldn’t tell her everything, but that if she asked, I’d always tell her the truth. I meant it, too. But the dress was a small act of subterfuge. Isla has the talent. All she needed was a little nudge to expand her confidence.
Bottom line, I wanted her to feel good.
I’m pleasantly surprised as Isla’s hand slips around my neck, pulling my mouth down to hers. Better than an argument any day. “Thank you,” she whispers. “She told me you own the PR firm that represents her.”
“Do I?”
“Don’t play coy.” She nips at my lip, her free hand sliding between us and brushing my cock. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“You didn’t need my help. You just needed a little luck.” She has the talent. She just needed a little exposure. And speaking of exposure… “Hello,” I purr as her fingers make quick work of my zipper, her intent becoming very, very clear. “Here?”
“Here.” Her eyes turn the color of midnight, her fingers folding around my hard length as I work wet kisses along her neck. “Yes, I like that,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire.
My hand reaches for her shoulder, intent on turning her around. Bark can be harsh on the skin. Don’t ask me how we know.
“No, this way,” she demands, pulling my cock free. Sliding the hem of her dress higher, she slides her instep along my leg. “I want to look at you.”
“You’re very bossy this afternoon.” My voice is raspy with delight. I fit my cock to her heat, and we both hold our breaths as I push inside her.
“You love it.”
“I love you.” My declaration is rough as I punctuate my words with quick thrusts. “You were made for me.” I’m lost to the feel of her and the sound of her soft moans as I lift her other leg around my waist, balancing her ass in my hands.
“Was I worth waiting for?”
“I’d wait an eternity just to see you smile.”
This is hard and fast, and as her orgasm begins to flutter around me, my own begins to spiral.
“I like Tiberius,” she whispers hoarsely into my neck, crying out at my next thrust.
“I… want to… fuck!” I grind against her, my brain cells like marbles rolling around in my head.
Her hands tighten on her as she crests, crying out her love as I drive myself inside her again and again. Ecstasy barrels down my spine, white-hot and intense, as I blow my load and my mind.
White noise. Weak knees. It takes a moment for my coordination to return as I press her against the tree trunk, not yet ready to let her go.
Not now. Not ever.
Tiberius. What a fucking ridiculous…
But my heart stills, my head quietening as I pull back to look at her. Something’s different about her—that smile?—I’m not sure what it is.
“Are we getting another dog?” I ask? “I know the boys are keen, but—”
She shakes her head, happy tears beginning to spill. “Gertie wouldn’t like that.”
“Then—”
“Do you think the boys would settle for a baby instead?”
“A baby?” I hold her tight against me. My emotions are like an explosion of happiness. I dance—I fucking jump! “We’re going to have a baby!”
“Niko, please,” my darling says, sliding her fingers through my hair. “There are tourists on the bridge. Do you want to be prosecuted for indecent exposure?”