Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I can’t even explain how warm and fuzzy it makes me feel to walk out the door and place the plate I’ve just cooked down in front of him. He looks up at me and smiles, the firelight dancing across his perfectly chiseled jaw and cheekbones, and reaches out and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Thank you, sweetie.”
“Of course.” I smile.
I focus intently as he takes his first bite. I’m practically on the edge of my seat. And when his face lights up, a wonderful feeling comes over me.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“You could be a professional chef,” he replies. I laugh. “Speaking of, I don’t think you ever told me what you do besides drive me crazy with your sexy good looks.”
If it were brighter out here, he would see me blushing like crazy right now.
“Well, I just started apprenticing at the Dark Forrest Tattoo parlor.”
“Really? You must be a talented artist.”
A thousand lightbulbs go on inside me simultaneously. Aside from Misty and my dad, Cade is the first person to ever show any real interest in my life’s passion. I’m almost at a loss for words.
“Thank you…”
“I’d love to see your portfolio sometime,” he says. “If you’d show me.”
I feel moisture developing in my eyes. I can’t cry right now. We’re eating!
“I would love that,” I say with a smile. “And what about you? You’re going to continue with your landscaping company?”
Cade nods. “Continue and expand actually. I want to get some investors so I can hire more guys and get more trucks so I can work more houses. Bring in a lot more money that way.”
“So you’d just basically run the business? Book jobs, make the schedule and then send out your guys?”
Cade chuckles and shakes his head. “No, I’d hire someone for that. I’d still be the boss, but I’d need to be out working with my hands. That’s what keeps me feeling alive. Living cooped up in some office staring at a computer screen all day? No thank you.”
I love this man.
I love how manly he is. I love how considerate he was that night in the back of his truck.
I love how he planned out our trip to the waterfall because he wanted my first time to be special. I love how he cares about my passion in life.
And I love how he has one of his own.
We sit together by the coals, eating, talking, and looking up at the stars until our plates are clean. I stand and offer to take them into the kitchen, but he refuses to let me.
“You cooked, I clean. That’s how it works.”
I stand by the kitchen island and watch him at the sink as he hand-washes the dishes and sets them in a drying rack. There’s just something so sensual about seeing him do things. I don’t care what it is, I could watch him for hours.
He turns back to me and smiles. “I know I have a dishwasher, but I never use it. I grew up poor, and we never had one, so I guess it’s just engrained in me to wash dishes by hand.”
I can’t even respond. I just stand there eyeballing him, giving him every ounce of my rapt attention. A drawn-out silence follows as he stalks across the room toward me, eyeing every inch of my body with his lustful eyes.
By the time he reaches me, my breasts feel plump beneath my dress and my nipples are puckering at attention.
He doesn’t waste a second as he pins me up against the wall and slips a hand between my thighs, spreading them forcefully to get what he wants. His thick, rough, callused hand sliding up my thigh to my warm sex causes my heart to pound wildly.
“Oh, you’re already wet, little girl,” he growls into my ear, taking my wrist and forcing my hand between his legs. “And you feel what that does to me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper as I grope his enormous bulge beneath his jeans.
“Take it out so Daddy can fuck your little tight pussy,” he commands. And obediently, I obey.
I pop his button and tug down his zipper, and just as I’m working on getting his pants down, he slips a finger inside me, and I jolt like I’ve been struck by a bolt of lightning.
“Oh, yes,” he purrs. “You’re dripping already, baby.”
All thought leaves my mind, but I am aware enough to hear the sound of his pants hitting the floor.
The next thing I know, I’m being bent over the kitchen island and Cade is lifting my dress up over my waist.
“A perfect ass too,” he mutters as he presses the crown of his cock against my entrance. “Is there anything about you that isn’t perfection?”
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, Cade slides every single inch of his massive manhood deep inside me.