Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
And what did I hear, because I’m getting all kinds of mixed messages here? “For fuck’s sake.” I go back to the dressing room and get the condoms. “This is ridiculous.” A fucking condom? I would say I’d pull out, but I could never deprive myself of the incredible feeling of coming inside her, and then she’d be pissy. Or would she? I don’t even fucking know anymore.
“You know, my mark is fading too,” she says as I carry her down to the study.
“It is?”
“It needs freshening up.” She’s trying to appease me. God love her, it’s working.
“My girl is possessive. Knock yourself out, baby.” I grunt when she bites at me, letting her make her mark. “I want to take you right here so whenever I have to work, I will see you spread naked on my desk.” I laugh to myself. Whenever have I worked in here? That’s about to change. I lower her and take a seat, pulling her knickers down and dropping them into my top drawer. She raises a brow. “You’ve just come all over them. I want to be able to smell you too. Spread your legs.”
She opens up and I stare at her pussy—her wet, throbbing pussy. My cock lurches as I remove her bra and put it with her knickers. “Lean back on your hands.” I relax in my chair and Ava follows my instruction, although with some reluctance. What is that? “Why are you nervous?”
“I’m not.”
I look up at her. She’s definitely nervous. Is she worried about having sex with me? Is that because of her back? The protection situation? “I love you,” I say, and she visibly softens. Like she needed to hear it?
“I love you too.”
“Don’t ever doubt it.”
“I won’t.” A swallow, a quick glance down my body. “Have you finished with your observations?”
“No.” I spread her legs farther. “I’m evaluating my assets.” I get comfortable again, like I have all the time in the world. Which I don’t.
“I’m an asset?”
“No, you’re my asset.” I know she’s admiring her asset too. “Would you like to hear my verdict?”
“I would.”
“I’m a very rich man.” I give her a cheeky half-smile and take her ankles, putting her feet on my shoulders, improving an already incredible view. “Don’t hold back on me.” I kiss her ankle and she jerks.
And I make her watch me as I make her come again, her body beautifully receptive to my touch. “There it is.” She gasps up at the ceiling, her chest heaving, and I’m out of the energy and patience I need to continue proving who has the power right now.
Her.
Always, her.
“Come here.” I pull her onto my lap and hold my cock. “Lift.”
“Condom.”
“Ava.” I strain out her name, my dick pulsing in my hold. “Don’t ask me to wear a condom.”
She pants, holding firm, refusing to sink down. I don’t know where the fuck she’s getting the strength. “Jesse, do you realize how lucky we are that I’m not already pregnant?”
Lucky? And it isn’t yet confirmed beyond doubt, is it? And now I’m thinking about it, as I stare at her boobs, they look a little rounder. And this feeling I have in my bones? I can’t shake it. My gut is telling me she’s pregnant. So what does it matter if we use a condom or not?
My dick weeps, it screams, begs for contact. She doesn’t give in, and I look at her. Something passes between us, a silent message.
She knows.
She knows what I’ve done.
She takes a condom and kneels between my legs, holding me as she slides it on, glancing up as me every now and then, expecting me to halt this. I can’t. I need to be inside her too bad.
I help her back onto my lap, and kiss her chest, her nipples. Her body is tightening again. “Lower gently.” I take her arse and encourage her down. We both moan. Both shake. She brings her forehead to mine and pants in my face.
“Hold still.” I could come at any moment. “You feel so perfect around me.” Even with a condom between us. “How long do you think you could stand this without responding?”
I kiss her. She kisses me back. I turn away. “Not long then.”
“You’re denying me.”
“It’s a challenge.”
“You’re a challenge.” She tries to capture my lips again. I deny her. She tries to move on me, I hold down on her hips firmer. She growls and gives up.
“You need me,” I whisper.
“I need you.” She swoops in and tries to kiss me again. I’m having none of it. “How would you feel if anyone stopped you from kissing me?” she asks.
“Deadly.”
Her eyes sparkle triumphantly as she thrusts down. “Me too.” Circles.
Fuck. Every muscle quakes, every vein throbs. “Who has the power, Ava?” I ask, my voice hoarse, my throat tight.