Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“I’m ready for a bath and to hit the hay.”
“I’m starting to believe that’s how you stay so slender. When is the last time you’ve had a real meal, Marilyn?”
“I believe you are the reason I haven’t had much of an appetite for anything but dick and sleep.”
“Okay, I suppose you have a point. So no dick until you’ve had a good night’s rest and a hearty meal.”
“Sounds good.” We pull up to my condo, and there’s at least two reporters out there because I happen to live near a fucking celebrity who gets enough attention for the both of us, although he hates it more than I do.
“Chef Beaumont, isn’t this your lovely new pastry assistant?” I wonder if someone sent them here even though I threatened to sue the dean and the other reporters. I suppose it could have spread another way. Oliver had been arrested and released, but I have other people who hate me in the industry.
“She’s soon to be my wife, but I’ll have you know she’s the best baker in this duo for sure. Everyone at the baking competition wanted to hire her, and I snagged her first. I assure you, hands down she beats me.”
“So was it love at first sight?”
“For me, it certainly was. We met the day before the bake-off. I was supposed to be reviewing the candidates’ credentials when I ran into Miss Shaw. One look, and I fell madly in love and had no idea that she was a baker. All I knew was I couldn’t let her get away, and I hadn’t bothered to open a single file.”
“Is that true, Miss Shaw?”
“Yes, I tried to cut and run, but he caught me and now I’m hooked.” She smiles with all her heart, and I can’t fight the true happiness in my own heart. Let those assholes say anything. Our feelings are there for everyone to see. All the bullshit they can make up is just lies, and the truth is crystal clear.
The two reporters laugh.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us. It’s been a very long day and we’re preparing for a wedding…we’re catering for, and we must be getting some rest.” I lead her past them and into the building off to the bank of elevators.
“Thanks for grabbing their attention,” the handsome bastard says next to me.
I growl a little louder than I planned. I didn’t know I could do that involuntarily, but apparently you can when someone with enough testosterone comes near your female. It must be some Animal Planet type shit. “No problem,” I grumble.
“What’s wrong? I thought I did a good job out there,” Marilyn asks.
“You did, doll. He’s snarling at me.” He has the nerve to wink at my woman.
“Why?”
“Because I’m a hot new actor, and you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to lose you to me.” Does he not know how to turn off the charm? I’m about to deck his ass and give the reporters a new damn story on how I broke my hand on his chiseled pretty face.
“Well, it ain’t gonna happen anyway.”
He throws his hands up. “No offense to either of you, but I wasn’t interested anyway. I was just explaining his caveman behavior. If I ever get a girl I want like that, I wonder if I will stop using more than one syllable at a time? Who knows. Well, this is me. Have fun.” He waves us off. Marilyn turns to me and giggles.
“You think it’s funny.”
“Only a little bit because he’s right. I’ve never heard something so caveman-like before, and I have to say I find it super freaking sexy.
“Then let me make sure we’re not using syllables all fucking night, baby.”
I carry her out of the elevator and into my condo without letting her feet hit the ground because I need her in bed, taking my dick nice and deep to remind her that I’m her man and no sexy fucker can come between us.
I’ve officially lost it, and somehow I don’t give a rat’s ass about it. I tear off her clothes and mine as well. “I need to shower,” she says, but I’m not listening because I want that pussy on my mouth. I know that it’s all hot and warm, like a sweet apple pie. I bend her over the bed, spreading her legs and lifting her onto her knees.
I dip my tongue along her seam from behind. A growl comes from my throat as I lick the sweet, salty tang off her cunt. I want more. I drive my tongue as deep as it will go, hoping to pull out as much as I can. She squirms on the bed, getting closer and closer to coming, but she’s pulling her sopping wet slit away from my face and I just can’t have that. With a grunt, I grab her and flip her onto her back and slide her to the middle of the bed. Parting her legs, I wrap her knees around my elbows and I dive back into her pussy. I feast on her until she’s creaming all over my face.