Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Sorry, Bob. I’m moving on in life.
I’m now a real functioning adult. I’m going to be the kind of woman that Emmett deserves. I’m going to be the kind of woman that I deserve.
It was an expensive day, but it was worth it. I’ve been working hard and squirreling money away, not spending much at all, so it was due.
Still… I don’t even want to think about how many friendly turtles I had to draw to pay for all of this stuff.
But when I see the hungry look in Emmett’s eyes when he comes home… It’s going to be all worth it.
I’m reading the instructions on my new teeth whitening kit when a key slides into the door.
“Oh my god!” I shove the box into the top drawer of my dresser and fix my hair, lift my boobs, straighten my shirt.
“You can do this, Lindsay. You’re a rockstar. Go get your man.”
I strut out of my room all confidently, even though I’m feeling a bit shaky inside, as Emmett walks into the apartment.
He’s looking as hot as ever with his tie loose and the top couple of buttons of his shirt open. It’s the disheveled worker look like Jim from The Office. Well, if Jim was a hot muscular alpha who fucked the shit out of Pam on the front desk after everyone left.
He takes one ravenous look at me and freezes in the doorway. I clasp my hands in front of me nervously as his starved eyes roam up and down my body like he’s never seen anything so tempting.
A low growl rumbles out of his throat as he grabs the door behind him and swings it closed, never taking his eyes off me.
I can feel him on my pussy. I wanted to be fresh and clean for him, so I had to shower his seed off, but I can still feel his presence between my thighs, heating me up to volcanic levels.
“Good day at work?” I spit out, not knowing what else to say.
He doesn’t answer. His eyes darken voraciously as he drops his bag and rips the tie off his neck.
I swallow hard and shift my weight from one foot to the other as he approaches with that carnal erotic look in his eyes. He shrugs his shoulders and lets his jacket slide off as he comes. It tumbles to the ground and I hold my breath when I see his massive chest under that strained fitted shirt. His sleeves are tight on his huge biceps. Is this man getting bigger every day?
He grabs the front and rips it off, buttons flying everywhere as he tosses it to the side like he has no use for it. Where we’re going we don’t need shirts.
My mouth waters as I get a full view in the flesh of his gorgeous torso. It’s jacked with hard defined muscle, soft tanned skin, the perfect amount of hair. Lust and desire swirl within me, building, growing, spreading… It’s so hot in here. And with every step Emmett takes, it’s getting even hotter.
“You are a lovely sight to come home to,” he says as he arrives and cups the side of my jaw with his big hand. “Fucking stunning.”
He pulls my mouth to him and I offer no resistance as my lips part. Our hot mouths connect and I moan into his when I feel his silky tongue on mine. His lips are softer than they look. They’re tasty as fuck.
I’m burning all over, craving him in a bad way, when we finally pull apart. His eyes are shining with desire as he looks down at me.
“I told you I’d come back for your pussy,” he says in a deep growly voice that has my nipples hardening. “It’s mine and the owner is hungry.”
I gulp as he reaches down and grabs the back of my thighs. A yelp eeks out of me as he lifts me easily, a task I didn’t think any man could do, and places me onto the kitchen counter.
“What are you… are we just… is this happening now?”
He ignores my nervous smattering of incoherent words and starts to take my jeans off.
Holy shit…
I’m tingling all over. My hands are shaking with excited nerves, but my pussy is totally into it. She’s warm and wet and pulsing with anticipation as Emmett pulls my new jeans off and launches them across the room.
I’m usually very self-conscious of my legs, but how can I be with Emmett looking at them like this? He looks so turned on with that crazed look in his eyes as he yanks off my socks while staring at my new underwear.
“Nice and wet,” he says. “I can see that little pussy leaking through your panties. It looks like it’s all ready for me.”
His powerful hands grip my underwear and I don’t have time to protest or delay or freak out before he yanks them down my thighs and tosses them onto the floor.