Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 36407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
She wore a pair of jeans, which he got to her knees within minutes. The sound of material tearing filled the air as he tore her panties from her. She released a cry as the sudden cool air washed over her exposed pussy.
He stroked her, sliding between her slit, teasing her clit before going down to her entrance. Three fingers pushed inside her, stretching her out, shocking her with the fullness she felt.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“Why the hell not?”
“We’re not dating?”
“We’re going to get married. I’d say that is close to being engaged.”
“Not funny.” She groaned as he pulled out of her.
“Tell me to stop.”
She heard his zipper pulling down.
Sinking her teeth into her lip, she shook her head. His mouth trailed to her neck and when the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance from behind, she just couldn’t bring herself to turn him down, to do anything but gasp as he filled her. Inch by glorious inch as he filled her to the hilt.
She held on to the counter as he did her hips and began to pump in and out.
“We’ve wasted four weeks, Lauren. Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
“Should you really be talking like that?”
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
“I don’t mind but you’re a … billionaire.”
He chuckled. “Haven’t I told you before I can do whatever the hell I want? Even if it means fucking you and I want to, so much. I’ve thought about you every single night, Lauren.” He pulled out of her only to slam back inside.
She cried his name as the pleasure took over. She couldn’t think straight for what he was doing to her.
He grabbed her shirt, tore it open. Buttons went flying everywhere as he cupped her tits. He’d already pushed the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts for his hands. “All mine.” He nibbled on her neck, sucking on the pulse.
She couldn’t think.
One of his hands moved down between her thighs and began to stroke her clit. The pleasure rushed through her and with just a few touches, she came apart. His name a constant as it fell from her lips.
She was on fire and as he fucked her hard, taking her deep, she didn’t want it to end. Even if he was an arrogant bastard, she couldn’t get enough of him. They had their disagreements, but when his hands were on her, she didn’t care.
Everything else faded to exist. It was just the two of them. And together, they could handle. Everything else could fuck off.
All she wanted was him.
All she needed was him.
When he came, she felt the aftershocks of her second orgasm. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but it was the best experience of the last four weeks.
Caleb had said he’d been thinking about her, and she couldn’t stop thinking about him either. Not for one moment, and she knew deep down it was bad.
This was a moment of madness. She’d never given in to something so reckless before, but for now, she was more than happy to fall.
Chapter Nine
“You know, it’s been ages since we last saw you, Caleb. Rumors are running rife about you possibly getting married,” the woman said on the other end.
Caleb didn’t understand why he’d bothered to take her call. Natalie? He couldn’t remember her name even though they’d partied a few times. It didn’t make them any life partners.
The elevator doors pinged open and he rushed toward his door.
“I’m busy.”
“But what about those rumors?”
“It’s nothing. I’ve got to go.” He hung up his cell phone, put it on silent, and entered his apartment at exactly five-thirty.
The scents of tomato, onion, and garlic were heavy in the air.
He loved coming home to meals. Lauren was one hell of a cook who enjoyed experimenting and he adored whatever she was eating.
This past weekend, his parents had taken them to six different venues for them to pick. By the end of the week, his mother wanted them to have picked a place.
He knew without even asking Lauren that it was freaking her out, and he couldn’t blame her. He should have been more freaked out, but he was loving it. Sure, his mother wasn’t taking him to all the necessary shops, but she’d sent him the number for a tuxedo for the wedding. That was his contribution and what Lauren also didn’t know was he’d gone shopping for a ring.
The wedding was slowly moving into something more meaningful.
They were randomly sharing a bed now. Lauren always tried to find an excuse for them not to be together, but each night, they’d sit, he’d kiss her, and once that started, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She was an addiction he didn’t want to let go. It had started off slow, these feelings over the weekend with his parents, but they had gone full speed ahead, and there was no stopping it. Lauren dominated his thoughts.