Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Cum inside me,” I whisper, and it’s his undoing.
Owen growls and I feel the warmth spread once again inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing as he empties his cum into me, and all I can do is beg for more.
Every part of me calls out for this and now that it’s happening, it feels completely right. This was meant to be. We were meant to be. Even after all this time, we found our way back together. I never stopped wanting him, and he saved himself for me.
His thrusting slows and his whole body shudders. He sighs and collapses against me before rolling us over so I’m on top of him. I place kisses all over his chest as his arms wrap around me tightly.
“You belong to me now,” he growls in my ear.
I want to correct him, to tell him I’ve always belonged to him. But instead I clench my pussy again and show him.
Tonight is a night for passion, not sleep.
Chapter Nine
Minnie
I had no idea how much we were both risking by becoming lovers, but I knew it would be worth it. Even if we could only have a few stolen weeks together, I would soak up as much as I could before I was permanently taken to the other side of the wall.
“You need to sleep here tonight,” Owen says.
There’s no room for argument in his tone. I knew he wouldn't want me to leave. He can barely stop touching me for more than a few seconds. I want to stay so badly. I’ve already thrown caution to the wind by letting him cum inside me more times than I can count.
Some of my co-workers could see me coming from the brewery rather than my normal route from my apartment. It could send up red flags, and I can’t let Owen get into trouble.
“I can’t, Owen. They’ll see me leaving your place and they’ll know what’s going on. I have to meet certain standards to keep my job on the other side.”
He smiles, and the small action makes my heart flutter. I don’t think he’s a man who smiles much, so each time I get one my heart melts into a puddle.
“What are you smiling about?” I lean in and kiss his chest, unable to stop touching him.
“You’ll just have to leave an hour earlier so they won’t see you.” He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. His hands go to my ass and I wrap my legs around him.
The thought of going in to work an hour early sounds like a recipe for extreme boredom, but then I’ll get to spend the night in his arms. I’m beginning to warm to the idea.
“Why would I do that?” I wiggle against his body, teasing him. We both know I’m playing with fire.
“Because you have a yoga class to teach before work in the morning.”
His words shock me. “Shut up. How?” Excitement starts to dance in my stomach.
Owen explains to me that all week long, he’s been making arrangements. He helped set up a secret yoga class by sending materials and instructions through the tunnels to the other side. Where the tunnel came out on the inside, they have a helper known only as The Librarian. She has plans to every building in the elite district, and she carries out Owen’s instructions without ever getting her hands dirty.
“Wait a minute. Why would someone on the other side take instructions from you?” I ask, dread building in my stomach.
He studies my face for a moment, his grip on me becoming tighter, like he thinks I’m going to slip away from him. “Because I’m the leader of the Insurgence.”
“No, you’re not,” I say, laughing and leaning back in his arms.
His face doesn’t change and there’s no evidence of a joke pulling at his lips.
“Come with me,” he says, putting me down and taking my hand.
I throw on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. I have no idea where he’s taking me, but I want to be dressed in case it’s somewhere cold. Owen, however, just walks around his place totally naked like it’s no big deal.
With our fingers locked together he leads me to the back of the room, behind the row of the brewery’s mammoth, empty, cone-shaped fermenters. He moves aside a stack of boxes and then pulls back the edge of the rug revealing an old wooden slab on the floor.
“See that door? It goes down to the old storage room. Open it.” He steps back a little, giving me room.
I look at the door in the floor and look back at Owen. Is this really happening?
Putting my hand on the brass handle, I pull on it and the door opens easily. I look down and see a narrow staircase leading down into the darkness.