Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Do you remember the masked ball?” she asks, and I know that she knows. She knows I’m the one who got her pregnant.
“Of course I do.” I’m going to tell her everything that’s been building since the moment I met her.
“I… we… I mean, we danced and drank, and we went up to a hotel room and had sex. I don’t know how it happended, but I saw your tattoo that night and again last night. Oh, Sam. I’m so sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“This little invader…” she begins, but I cut her off.
“Invader?” I question, my eyebrow raised.
“The baby. The baby isn’t just my baby, it’s our baby.”
“Hush, Red. I know that already.”
“Wait… what? How?”
“Scarlett, I have a confession to make.”
“You do?” she asks, more confused than ever now.
“I love you. I am in love with you.”
“You can’t be in love with me, Sam. We barely know each other outside of work.”
“Scarlett Moonblood, I know you, better than you think I do. From the moment I met you, I wanted you. You were quiet and painfully shy, but I saw through that to the heart of you. Your self-reliant, trustworthy, and have a heart of gold. You know what I need before I do. You read romance novels while you eat lunch in the breakroom. I read one over your shoulder last week, and even I blushed. You horde Twizzlers, just in case they are suddenly out of stock again. You organize your paper clips by color. Hell, you even organize mine that way.” She gives me a watery smile.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” she asks.
“I couldn’t, baby. First was the HR nightmare of it all. I literally only hired you because I wanted you. I didn’t even read your resume, but once I hired you, I knew you were perfect for the job and more than qualified. Secondly, you were shy and skittish, I didn’t want you to run away from me. I knew if I waited long enough, you’d be mine. If you knew how often I thought of fucking you on my desk, or the couch, or floor, my car, your car. You get the idea. I haven’t for one second stopped thinking about you or dreaming about you.”
“That still doesn’t explain how you knew it was me at the ball,” she says.
I reach up and touch her cheek.
“I set it up. I’ve never thrown a fucking ball before, Scarlett. When you walked into the room, with that sinful red dress on, I knew it was you immediately. You found your way to me and it all went according to plan.”
“You tricked me and let me think I gave my virginity to a stranger, Sam. I should be mad at you, but for some reason, I’m not. I can’t be,” she says, surprising me. I’d bet anything that the reason is love.
“I am sorry for that but I wanted you too badly to think straight. I definately could have done that better, but you have me all fucked up, Scar. Please tell me that you understand and I haven’t fucked this up too. I love you and love this little invader too. Hell, I want at least five more.”
“You do? I thought this was an accident.”
“You don’t know this, and you won’t be finding it out from any other man, but grown men don’t stick their bare dicks into a women with expressed thoughts of breeding them.”
“Breeding them? Why does that sound so hot?” she asks, a little breathless.
“Because it is,” I say, leaning down and kissing her. Her arms wind around my neck, and she holds on to me as I take her mouth.
“You know I love you too, don’t you?” she asks after breaking the kiss.
“I do now,” I growl, hauling her against me. She squeaks in surprise. I kiss her again before lifting her up and placing her on the counter.
“Sam?”
“I need to fuck you now, my love,” I tell her, pushing my way too big for her t-shirt up over her hips. She opens her legs to me, and I step between them. She’s not wearing any panties, so I run my fingers through her already slick folds, finding her wet and ready for me. I barely get my cock out of my joggers before slamming into her.
“Mmm, Sam,” she moans and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Good girl, Scar. Take my cock,” I growl into her ear before licking and kissing her neck.
“Fuck me, Sam,” she demands, and I have no choice but to obey her.
“Will… You… Marry… Me?” I ask, each word of that question is punctuated with a hard thrust into her. I’m about to come, but I need to hear her answer more than I need my next breath.
“Yes,” she moans, scoring her nails down my bare chest. Marking me, just like I mark her.