Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“What?” he asks.
“Sorry. I guess I should have told you,” I reply.
“But I told her it wasn’t anyone’s business,” Kent says, backing me up.
“Of course. I have things to do,” he says sullenly before unlocking the office.
“So, I’m not usually a liar,” I begin.
“But he creeped you the fuck out, didn’t he?”
“Yep. Since day one.”
“I’ve lost track of how many receptionists we’ve lost because of him. Dana was the first one to tell him to fuck off.”
“I bet that burned his butt when she married his dad.”
“I’m sure it did. Now, where were we?” he asks.
“Hmmm… I think we we’re right about here,” I say, turning my face up to his. He leans down and kisses me again.
“Can I take you out for dinner?” he asks when he finally releases me. I can feel his thick, hard cock pressing against me through his jeans.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“I’ll pick you up at seven. Text me your address.”
“Okay, I will. Umm… that was my first kiss and my second.”
“Fuck, baby girl. You are so fucking sexy; I just don’t know how that’s fucking possible.”
“I never wanted anyone to kiss me before. It was a non-issue, but I think I could get addicted to yours.”
“Could you?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
“Oh, yeah. You’ve got me rethinking that vow I made.”
Pulling me close to him, he wraps his arms around me. I moan when his hands touch my ass. “We’re keeping that vow, baby girl. We’ll keep it until you beg me to fuck you. Until you beg me to breed you. Until you beg me to make you my wife. It’s very, very simple. Belle.
“Okay,” I murmur. “But don’t get mad at me if I wear you down first. I know what I want, and what I want is you and this,” I say, running my fingers over his cock. He groans. “You won’t keep it from me, will you, big boy?”
“Fuck, that’s not playing fair.”
“Nothing’s fair in love or war… or something like that.”
“All you are succeeding in doing is making me want to drag you down the aisle right fucking now.”
“I’m not stopping you. Besides, marriages, until about a two hundred years ago, were based upon way less than this.”
“That’s true,” he says, shuddering under my touch. I’m still rubbing his thick cock in the middle of the sidewalk in broad daylight. I want him to lose control and come right now because of me.
I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. I want to drop to my knees, right here in front of God and all of Baton Rouge, and take his thick length into my mouth and suck him off until he comes down my throat. I won’t even care who sees me servicing my man.
Man, my dirty thoughts are out of control.
Chapter Seven
Kent
How the fuck did I get so lucky? I’m ready to fuck Belle six ways to Sunday. Her little hands on my denim-covered cock is too much. It’s true that I haven’t been with an in a while, but I’m a grown man. Coming in my pants at the mere touch of this girl is unacceptable. I force myself to step back from her. She whimpers, and I want nothing more than to drag her back to my truck, speed away from here, and then tie her to my bed for hours. I lie to myself that hours should be plenty of time to sate us when I know fifty years wouldn’t be enough...
“I’ll see you at seven,” I tell her.
“I can’t wait that long. Pick me up here at five.” I groan. I love the fact that she wants me. Our levels of desperation for the other matches.
“I’ll be here,” I say, chuckling.
“You better be. You got my panties all messy and only you can fix it.”
“Fix what?” I ask, needing her to say the damn words.
“The ache,” she whispers. I step closer to her again; the physical distance between us is too much right now. It truly feels like we are the only two people in the fucking world right now.
“Does your little pussy ache, Belle?”
“Uh-huh,” she says, nodding up and down. Her big blue eyes are pleading with me to do something. I look up and down the street. As much as I want to help her, I can’t do it in broad daylight in the middle of downtown Baton Rouge. I can’t.
“Go get your things and take the rest of the day off,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Where are we going?”
“Home.”
“New Orleans?” she asks excitedly. She’s fucking gorgeous. I can’t stop staring at her. I want those thick curves under me. I want to make her scream my name. Over and over again. I want her knocked up and tied to me for life. Longer even.
“Yes. I’ll bring you to work in the morning.” I want her in my space. I want her scent on my sheets, in my house. I don’t think I’ll be able to help her keep her vow, I want her too badly, but she’ll be my wife, so there’s that.