Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Come look,” she says.
I walk across the room and reach out for the piece of paper. Our hand’s brush and that electric spark buzzes between us again, the mere feel of her hot, soft hand sending my mind to beastly places.
I have to focus hard on my daughter’s handwriting as I scan the page, because even now every instinct in me is roaring that all that matters is Jade and the bounty of her plus size perfect body.
I needed some space away from it all, the message reads.
I’ve gone to the cabin in Maine. I’m sorry for not telling you beforehand, Jade. Please don’t be mad. I’m going to meditate, do some yoga, and do a complete technology detox. I’ll be back in a week at the most. You can call me if you like, but I’d prefer to take this time just to disconnect. I love you. Always xx
“She does this sometimes,” Jade says. “Every now and then she’ll go down there and just relax and take her mind off the internet and her social media presence. She always comes back in a great mood and ready to work for another six months.”
I nod and place the paper on the counter, and then move over to my queen and take her shoulders in my hands. I could live for a hundred years and never get tired of the way my virgin princess shivers for me when I touch her like this, the way she bites her lip and those glinting green eyes widen with lust.
I swear to God, I can sense a change in her scent, too, as though her lust is rising above her usual smell as an invisible sign of how perfect we are together.
“We have a choice, then,” I say. “Either we interrupt her trip or we wait for her to come back to tell her. I think you should decide, Jade.”
“Well, what do you think?”
I smirk and slide my fingers up the back of her neck, through her hair, watching her shiver magnetically for me.
“I think that you should decide,” I laugh. “I’ll let you think about it while I check with my security detail. I want to make sure that whatever freak is following you didn’t follow her down to Maine.”
I step away from her reluctantly and take out my cellphone. Walking into the living room, I call my security ream leader, Jones.
“Boss,” he answers, just as terse as usual.
“Just wanted to make sure you’ve got eyes on my daughter.”
“Yeah, she’s down at the cabin. All good. Should I have told you?”
“No,” I say. “She’s her own person. I just want to make sure she’s safe.”
“Of course, sir,” he says. “Anything else?”
“No,” I say, and then hang up and turn back to find Jade staring at me with her hands intertwined, twisting them as though she’s wringing an imaginary cloth.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s just …”
She sighs and wanders over to me, dropping onto the couch and folding her arms.
I sit down next to her and raise my arm.
When she falls into the embrace, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. I can’t resist leaning over and inhaling the scent of her hair, so intricate and comforting.
“Did you just smell my hair?” she giggles.
“Yeah,” I smirk, not ashamed in the slightest. “You’re my woman and I’ll smell any damn part of you I want. In fact, I might hire you to follow me to business meetings so that I can have a good smell beforehand, to calm me down.”
She laughs again and nudges me playfully, and then looks up at me.
“Jamie, I don’t think I want to tell her until she gets back,” she says. “Telling her when she’s here is one thing, but she really sees the Maine cabin as a place to disconnect from the world and relax. I think if we interrupted her now to tell her it’d be like setting a bomb off in her most peaceful place. Or maybe I’m just making excuses.”
“No,” I say, brushing an unruly spiral of her auburn hair behind her ear. “You’re right. And anyway, it’s your choice. We are going to tell her. But giving her a week to relax and detox isn’t going to change the world.”
“I just can’t stop thinking about her hating me for it,” she whispers.
“I don’t know about that,” I say. “Ever since I split up with her mother, she’s been hounding me to find somebody else and—”
“Yeah, but I doubt she meant her best friend,” Jade snaps, scowling for a moment. She deflates with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“It’s fine,” I say, and then slide my hand down her body, over those juicy-as-fuck breasts, down to her thighs. I squeeze hard enough to make her whimper in lust. “I’m sure you can find a way to repay me.”