Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
My cock, clearly on the same page, starts to swell in excitement, and I know if I don’t get the hell out of here, I’m going to do something I’ll regret again.
But before I can make my feet move—no clue if I’m going back to my office to hide some more or making a run for it out the front door—Ellie’s face lowers as she turns to the side, her eyes opening and connecting with mine. And one day when I look back, I’ll remember this as the moment that I knew I was utterly screwed because my need to be with this woman outweighs my ability to do the right thing by staying away from her.
“Nice of you to come out of hiding,” she says, finishing her stretch and then standing. The perspiration glistening on her neck and chest descends into the swells of her breasts, and it takes everything in me not to close the distance between us and lick the salty liquid off her flesh. I’d bet my entire bank account she smells like the perfect mixture of sweat and vanilla.
“I’m hungry.”
She stares at me for several seconds, her expression looking as if she wants to say something, but instead, she simply nods and walks away, her pert ass swaying as she goes. I watch, mesmerized, until she disappears down the hallway, and her door shuts behind her.
And then I continue to stare because I can’t stop wishing the circumstances were different so I could make her mine.
After forcing myself to go to the kitchen to make myself something to eat, I’m in the middle of heating up some leftovers when a loud scream comes from Ellie’s room. I drop what I’m doing, and without knocking, plow through her door. My only thought is that I need to get to Ellie. Something could be wrong with her or the baby. What if she slipped?
But when I get inside her room, she’s rushing out of the bathroom at the same time, and we collide—her very wet, naked body running straight into my arms, soaking my entire front.
“Are you okay?” I choke out, trying like hell to focus on her and not the way her dripping wet flesh is pressed up against me.
“There’s a huge ass spider in there, like the size of my freaking head. And I’m pretty sure it has babies.”
“What?”
“A spider! Lincoln, go kill it!” She breaks our contact and shoves me toward the bathroom door. “Go, please!”
Stifling my laugh, I do as she says and head into the bathroom with her following behind. I immediately spot the spider in the corner of the shower and, with balled up toilet paper, smash it and drop it into the toilet, flushing it straight to hell.
The second it’s gone, Ellie breathes a sigh of relief. Then, as if suddenly realizing that in her moment of panic she ran out naked, she glances down at herself and then up at me, her cheeks flush and eyes wide.
She attempts to cover her breasts and pussy the best she can, but it’s too late. I’ve already seen her. And fuck if I don’t want her. She’s still dripping wet, and all I can think about is drying her off inch by inch with my tongue.
My brain tells me to run, but every other part of me begs me to stay. I’m unsure which way to go, until Ellie sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as her hooded emerald eyes rake over my wet shirt that’s clinging to my upper torso. Decision made.
Without giving myself time to change my mind, I bridge the gap between us, but I don’t need to go far because Ellie does the same, meeting me halfway. Our bodies and mouths collide, and I lift her onto the counter, stepping between her parted thighs, ready to devour her in this bathroom.
And then the doorbell rings throughout the penthouse. Fuck.
“I better go get that,” I murmur, stepping back and refusing to make eye contact with the woman who’s supposed to be prohibited but who I still almost fucked again.
Without waiting for her to respond, I hightail it out of the bathroom and head straight to the door, pulling it open without considering how I might look.
Well, in hindsight, I should’ve considered it because when the door flies open, standing on the other side are none other than Michael and Donna Alexander, my parents.
“Why are you soaked?” Dad asks, stepping around me.
“You look flushed, honey,” Mom says, pressing her palm to my cheek. “Are you coming down with that bug the girls had?”
“What? No, I’m fine,” I tell them, closing the door behind me. I glance down the hall, praying Ellie stays in her room until I can tell them about her. Because one look at her swollen belly and they’re going to know I knocked up the woman they view as family.