Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Hey, Miles?”
I kiss her cheek. “Yeah, kitten?”
“Is there a security camera?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “That worried about an audience, huh? And I would’ve proudly shown that to the entire world.”
“Miles!” She swats my chest like the kitten she is.
“Kidding, obviously. There’s no camera in this office. As for the one on the floor outside, I’ll delete the footage before we leave so one sees you leaving with sex hair.”
The way she bites her lip when she smiles kills me again.
“Thank you.”
I kiss her forehead. “No worries. There’s no sense in inviting more trouble right now.”
“Yeah, about that—”
I don’t let her finish and ruin this beautiful moment, pressing a finger to her lips.
“Not now, Jenn. I’m enjoying this too much.”
“What?” she whispers, her eyes soft.
“You not hating me.”
Her mouth drops, but I press a gentle finger against her lips.
“Mainly because you’re so fucking—” I catch myself before I say mine. “Beautiful.”
Twirling a strand of auburn hair around my finger for emphasis, I dip my face to inhale her one more time before we start putting ourselves back together.
Once we’re dressed, I slide an arm around her. “Benson’s waiting downstairs. Come on.”
“But I have my dad’s car parked here...”
“It’ll still be here in the morning. I’ll save you a drive home on sore legs,” I say.
She giggles. “Right, but then how will I get here without people wondering?”
I smile. “Benson will pick us up again at my place and drop us off again. Easy.”
“Your place? Us?” Her voice catches. “Have you lost your mind?”
My gaze sharpens. “You’re telling me you’d rather spend the night alone after that?”
Her teeth toy with her lip, betraying her true feelings.
“...it’s just, my parents will worry. It’s already so late. Plus, the dogs need to be walked, and they get stir-crazy if I’m gone too long. I can’t do that to them.”
“So text your parents and tell them we’re working late. We’ll swing by and pick up the dogs.”
“Oh my God, no. I’m not ruining whatever multimillion-dollar penthouse you live in with fur and Doberman drool.”
“That’s why I have housekeeping,” I tell her. “And if you get your cute ass in the car right now, it’s not too late to have someone drop by and bring them a few new bones to keep them busy. Now move, kitten.”
She giggles. I win this round.
My hand swats her ass, ushering her out the door.
I can’t believe I was so worried about leaving Jenn sore.
I wake up stiff as a board and aching the next morning, but every bit of pain was worth it.
Proud new memories of the way I savaged her for hours come back to me, wrecking her with one stormy orgasm after the next.
The night ended with her bouncing on my cock while I pulled her hair like reins.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Even as every muscle below my waist protests, there’s one that’s still ready for more.
And there’s one more beating with a strange, irregular rhythm that alarms me every time I look at her.
She could be a pinup model, hand to God.
The light seeps in through my bedroom window the next morning, framing the angel lying next to me in a halo of morning.
It’s almost too magical, and I’m not a man who gets easily bewitched.
Her cinnamon-red hair glows around her face.
The rest of her could slay me a thousand different ways with her softness, her creamy skin, her unearthly shudders when she comes apart, impaled on me.
My comforter is pulled over one side of her, but one arm and leg stick out adorably.
I kiss her on the forehead, get up, throw our clothes in the wash, and start to ponder breakfast as my stomach growls like a bear. There wasn’t much appetite for dinner last night during our six-hour sex marathon.
Hell, I’m not even sure what she likes. Though if the late Lottie Risa’s cooking was any clue, I’m sure scones have been a normal part of her breakfasts since she was knee-high.
I pull up an old recipe for blueberry scones I have bookmarked on my phone and set to work.
Thirty minutes later, soft footsteps announce her arrival.
“Miles?” Her voice is soft and high-pitched, almost nervous as she wanders down the hall.
“I’m in the kitchen.” Right. We didn’t exactly stop for a tour last night. “Just keep walking straight. It’s on your next right.”
She greets me with a kiss on the cheek, wrapped up in a throw blanket.
Perfect timing.
I pop the scones in the oven and turn to face her, throwing my arms around her before I drink her lips again.
“Good morning, kitten. You sleep all right?”
“Yeah.” Her face turns crimson. She bites her bottom lip and looks down. “But I—I can’t find my clothes.”
“Everything’s in the washer.”
“Huh? You do laundry?” I answer with a shrug as she cocks her head, tossing back a bashful grin. “I guess I’ll have to stay wrapped in a blanket?”