Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Fuck.
This is going to be fucking torture.
At least she’s being more agreeable and not fighting me for once.
Clearing my throat, I slide into the bed beside her and sit up against the pillows, pulling the covers over my jeans so it looks like I’m naked in bed.
“Now what?” she asks, only now wrapping the sheet around her chest.
“Now we sell the fact we’ve been fucking hard all night.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “And how do you suggest we do that?”
“You look too rested to sell it.”
“Which is a surprise considering I spent most of the night awake and thinking of ways to murder you in your sleep while making it look like an accident. I’m exhausted from all the possibilities.”
As much as my expression says otherwise, I enjoy Belle’s smart mouth. Every time she fights me, I enjoy the thought of punishing her.
I indicate to the large space between us. Any further away from me and she’d fall off the bed. “You’re gonna need to come closer.”
Begrudgingly, she obliges.
But it’s not quite close enough.
“Closer,” I say.
She inches nearer.
“Closer…”
Another inch. Her big blue eyes are defiant until I reach for her and drag her over to me.
“You animal,” she protests.
I chuckle because her mouth is fighting me. But her body isn’t. She settles in beside me and entangles her legs through mine.
“How’s this?” she asks.
“Good but…” I cup her jaw with my hand and claim her lips with mine, driving my tongue in. I kiss her hard and deep and at first she is stiff and unresponsive. But then she softens in my hands, her body melting against me, her lips moving with mine. Her nipples harden to peaks and brush against my skin.
I cup her ass and pull her onto my lap.
I’m hard as fuck, and she can feel it. But I don’t give a fuck and neither does she.
She pushes her fingers through my hair and groans into the kiss as her hips start to rock against me.
The kiss grows deeper, and her little whimpers make me want to reach between us, unzip my jeans, push aside her damp panties, and plunge into her wet pussy.
I groan.
I did this to rattle her.
But I’m the one being rattled.
And now my cock feels like it’s going to explode, so I break off the kiss and let her go.
She flops onto the bed beside me and looks up at me with large eyes full of heat, her cheeks flushed.
I should keep my distance but I can’t help myself.
She likes to poke the bear, and this bear likes to poke right back.
I brush my lips to her ear. “Now you look like you’ve been fucked hard.”
If it’s possible, her cheeks redden even more.
There’s a knock on the door and Bambi, one of the club girls, walks in carrying a breakfast tray.
“Good morning,” she says with a smile. Her eyes sweep over Belle and happiness dances in them when she brings her gaze back to me. “Mrs. V whipped up some of her famous waffles for you both, as well as some bacon and eggs. There’s also a pot of fresh coffee and some fresh orange juice. If you want anything else, I’m happy to get it for you.”
“This will be sufficient, thank you Bambi,” I say. “You can put the tray on the end of the bed.”
She does as she is told and places the tray on the bed at our feet, then looks at us again. “Will that be all?”
Bubbly and sweet, Bambi is also a massive gossip and will run back to the kitchen to let everyone know that Belle spent the night in my bed.
“No. Spread the word. We’re not to be disturbed until I have to attend Church later this morning.” I look at Belle. “I’m going to be busy until then.”
Bambi can barely contain her squeal of excitement. “Of course, I will tell the others you’re not to be disturbed.”
She practically skips out of the room.
When she’s gone, Belle lets out a deep breath. “Well, that was awkward.”
I look down on her flushed face. “You did well, little one.”
Instead of fighting me, or replying with sass, she remains silent. I’m figuring it’s because of the kiss. Namely those little whimpers that told me exactly what she was feeling. What was happening to her body as she rocked against me.
She must’ve been close—hell, I was close.
And she hates that she was.
I can see it written all over her face.
Feeling a cramp in my leg, I shift my body slightly, and her eyes flare. They shine up at me with expectation, and if I’m not mistaken, I think she wants me to move closer.
She licks her lips, and I watch her tongue slide across the soft skin that’s plump and swollen from kissing me, and I know without a doubt I want to kiss her again. No, I want to kiss her hard and then pin her to this bed and make her moan.