Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Tonight wasn’t about having problems, though, it was about having some fun. At least for Anne it was.
Walking into Preacher’s office, she saw him standing at the window, looking out over his men. He held a bottle of beer in his hands, and he appeared relaxed. He turned toward her.
“I thought you’d stopped drinking,” she said.
“I’ve come to make an exception. How is Anne?”
“Having fun.” She let go of the door and walked closer to him. With every step she took, her body seemed to get even hotter beneath the collar. This never happened with Reaper, not even close. Rounding his desk, she leaned up against it and watched him. “Thank you for arranging everything.”
“I promised my guys a bloodbath soon, and a party. They were more than happy to oblige. Besides, Anne is fresh meat to them. You look beautiful.”
“Only you can talk about fresh meat and me looking beautiful within the same sentence.”
“There’s a full stop in there somewhere. It’s two different ones,” he said. “I can also say beautiful is an understatement. You look amazing.”
She laughed.
He stepped up close and she took the bottle from his grip. Tilting it to her lips, she swallowed some of the liquid.
“Why are you here, Robin?”
“You said there was a party.”
“Out there is a party. I want to know why you’re here, in this room.”
“I came to see you.”
His fingers danced across her thigh, teasing her. She stared at his lips, wanting them on her.
“I can read your body, Robin, and I know what you want.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She opened his jacket, putting her hands on his body. “You know, I keep telling myself I shouldn’t want you. How I’ve got responsibilities now and I’ve got to stay away from you. You’re not Bethany’s father and I’ve fucked up everything I’ve touched so far.”
“Then why don’t you stop?” he asked.
“I don’t want to let you go. I had to live without you for what already feels like a lifetime.”
One of his hands gripped the back of her neck, tilting her head back so she’d look at him. His tight grip turned her on even more. This man owned her. The feelings she had, the consuming need rushing through her body. Each day, her yearning for him grew even more, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but him.
She licked her lips, staring at him.
“Tell me what it is you want,” he said.
“I want your lips on mine.” She moaned as he took possession of her mouth. There was no force or pain, or guilt, just a need. After running her hands up the inside of his jacket, she shoved it off his shoulders and let out another moan as he stepped between her spread thighs.
She whimpered his name. His other hand slid down her body, cupping her breast, stroking over her nipple before he broke the kiss. “You can stop this at any time.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Please, Preacher, kiss me.”
“I’m going to do more than kiss you.”
He grabbed her shirt, pulling it up and over her head and throwing it across the room so it landed in a heap on the floor. Next, he flicked the catch of her bra, her tits falling free.
Robin didn’t try to hide as he captured both of her tits, stroking his thumbs across each point before following with his lips. As he licked one nipple, he pinched the other.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed these tits?” He pressed his face against her chest, kissing, biting, nipping.
She closed her eyes and didn’t want him to stop but to keep on touching her. She couldn’t get enough. “Please.” Running her hands up his chest once again, this time, she pushed his jacket to the floor.
Preacher stepped back, helping her remove his jacket and his shirt. After jumping off the desk, she sank to her knees before him, working on his button and his zipper. He didn’t move to stop her as she pulled them down, releasing his hard cock.
When he sprang free, she wrapped her fingers around the length, working him up and down, not wanting to let him go.
He growled. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip and she flicked her tongue at it, tasting it.
She moaned his name again and he suddenly caught her head. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place.
“I don’t want you to do this because you feel you have to,” he said.
“I’m not. I’m doing it because I want to, Preacher. I want to suck on your cock.”
“Fuck!”
“Don’t you want me to?” It was a pointless question. She knew he did.
He didn’t force her away from his dick and she stroked the tip with her tongue. Going up and down the vein, she swallowed the head of him. Then she moved down to hit the back of her throat. She pulled up, and then back down.