Chasing Bunny Read online Jenika Snow, Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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She loved having her neck kissed and sucked. It drove her wild, especially when he had a day’s stubble.

Down he went, pushing her back against his desk, teasing her pussy as he sucked her tits through the fabric of her blouse.

“Open them. Show me your tits,” he said.

His cock was hard as rock, pressing against the front of his pants. It was almost hurting, the fit was that tight, but he didn’t think of his own pleasure, not yet.

“Do you still have my panties?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“You need to stop taking clothes off me.”

“I like seeing you naked. This is the best look for you.”

She finished opening her blouse and moved the cup of her bra beneath her breasts, arching up, offering her tits to him.

He sucked one large nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across the peak. Not wanting to show favoritism. He moved to her second breast, laving his tongue across the tit before moving down.

Brice held her down to the desk, keeping her in place with a hand on her chest as he pressed his face against her pussy.

She smelled incredible.

He loved her cunt.

Sliding his tongue inside her, he pressed his fingers, the ones that had been inside her, to her lips to suck. She did so on a moan.

Brice wanted those lips wrapped around his dick but for now, all he wanted to do was to feel her come all over his dick.

He kissed her clit one final time before loosening his belt. Pulling the zipper down, he eased out his cock and worked the length, slowly, taking his time as he did so.

Placing the large head at her pussy, he stroked his length through her slit, getting himself nice and slick with her arousal before moving to her entrance.

Staring into her eyes, he slid, inch by inch, inside her.

“I have thought so many times about fucking you on my desk.”

“Me too,” she said.

“You got a lot of dirty thoughts about me?” he asked.

“Yes. Please, Brice, don’t stop.”

He couldn’t stop, not even if he wanted to. She was amazing. Her tight heat surrounded him, making it impossible for him to think about anything but the never-ending pleasure from her touch.

Bunny wrapped her legs around his waist and he gripped her hips, slamming inside her.

He leaned over, taking her lips as he fucked her hard, claiming her as his.

This was what they were supposed to be. She was the love of his life and he’d put off claiming her for so long.

Bunny didn’t want anyone else to know about them just yet, but Brice wasn’t a patient man. He was willing to conform to what she wanted but he already had another plan up his sleeve. It came in a small, square, velvet box, and the ring had her name all over it.

He wanted Bunny to be his wife.

19

She stepped into Brice’s apartment and immediately smelled something delicious coating the air. Steak, maybe, with garlic and butter.

Bunny shut the door and set her purse on the little table by it, the soft sounds of classical music filling the room, seeming to come from all around.

“Brice?” she called out softly but the sounds of pots and pans told her he probably didn’t hear.

She made her way into the kitchen, stopping by the entryway. Stainless steel gleamed under the lights, the black granite counters currently covered with cooking paraphernalia.

Brice was currently dressing up the plates with some kind of sauce, making it look so fancy, Bunny hated to eat it because it would ruin his artwork.

He glanced up at her as if he sensed her staring, a grin spreading across his face.

“Hey, you,” she said and straightened. Underneath his white apron, she could see his dark button-up shirt, his sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms, his biceps flexing under the material.

Even relaxed at home, he was dressed impeccably.

“Hey,” she said and smiled back. “What’s going on here?”

He set down the little saucer he was using and wiped his hands on his apron. “Dinner for my girl.”

She felt her cheeks heat. “Dinner, huh?” She stepped further into the kitchen. “Smells incredible. What’s the special occasion?”

She saw the change in him instantly, the way his body became stiff, the fact he seemed nervous. She furrowed her brows in confusion, but just as quickly as he looked unsure, that stoic, hardened expression was back in place.

He held his hand out to her and smiled, and then straightened, beckoning for her to come closer. She slid her palm along his, his hand so much bigger than hers, his skin warm.

Brice pulled her in for an embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck. When she heard him inhale, followed by a soft groan, instantly her body heated, tingling. Desire moved through her like a freight train.


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