Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"You," she says simply. "What did you do?"
I tip her head back, smirking as I lean down to kiss her. "Don't know what you're talking about, princess," I lie against her lips, teasing.
She grumbles against mine before pulling back. "How did you get my house put back together so fast, Easton? It was a wreck this morning!"
"I know a guy," I murmur, kissing all over her face. Now that I'm allowed to kiss her whenever I want, I don't plan to stop anytime soon. Except at work, of course. She's already laid down the law about making out in dispatch. Apparently, we can't be trusted or some bullshit like that. I wasn't really listening. I was busy trying to find ways to get her undressed as fast as she was getting dressed.
Turns out, I'm an inventive motherfucker. She came twice before we left the house.
"You know a guy?" She stares up at me, her eyes narrowed. "Is he a freaking Genie, by chance?"
I chuckle, bumping my forehead against hers. "He owns a cleaning company here in town. While you were packing your bag, I gave him a call. He had his crew here before Dillon and Ashton left this morning."
She gapes at me. I crook a finger under her chin, gently closing her mouth.
"I didn't want you stressing about the mess," I murmur, tugging her closer to my body. "You have a twelve-hour shift to work, and you've already had more than enough stress for one day."
"Easton," she whispers, her expression soft.
"We're partners, remember? We take care of each other." I dip my head, nibbling on her bottom lip. "This is me, doing my part, princess. Say thank you."
"Thank you," she breathes, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her tits press up against my chest, and my fucking cock throbs.
"Nah, that's not going to work for me," I growl, slipping my hand down her body. "You can say thank you like this, baby."
She gasps as I slip my hand into her pants, tugging her panties aside. She's already wet and swollen, dripping against my fingers. Fucking hell. I'm never going to get enough of this pussy.
"Eyes on me, princess," I order, my voice rough as I slip a finger inside her tight cunt.
She whimpers, her gaze locking on mine as her lips part. I see the desire swirling in her pretty blue eyes, darkening them.
"Don't look away. I want to watch every single second of your pleasure." My thumb finds her clit, circling the sensitive nub as I work another finger inside her, stretching her open. She's so fucking responsive, her body clutching at my fingers like she never wants to let go. I feel her growing wetter by the second, her juices coating my hand.
"That's it," I murmur as she starts to rock against me, seeking more. "Show me how fucking grateful you are, princess. Show me how much you love having this perfect body under my command."
"Please," she whines, and the desperation in her voice makes my cock throb painfully against the confines of my uniform pants. "Easton, please…"
I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth to claim every inch of her. She moans into the kiss, and I swallow down the sweet sounds of her pleasure even as I thrust my fingers harder, faster, taking her right to the edge.
"Come on my hand, Molly," I demand against her lips. "I need one more before I have to behave for the next twelve hours." It sounds like a fucking lifetime.
She whimpers, her nails digging into my upper arms as she presses her face against my throat. Her inner muscles clench around me, a soft cry pelting my skin as she shatters in my arms, writhing in ecstasy.
"Good girl," I breathe against her ear, working her through the aftershocks. "Now, I'm properly thanked."
"Easton," she whispers, melting against my chest.
My heart pulses, every goddamn piece of it falling into her hands. I'm so fucking in love with this girl. Jesus. I can't breathe through it.
As soon as I drop Molly off at dispatch, I head to Dillon's office to check in with him. Between the motherfucker who broke into her place and the arsons, we've got our hands full.
"It took you long enough to get here," he grumbles as soon as I step over the threshold, flicking his gaze up at me. "I've been here all damn day."
"Just sitting in your closet, huh?" I smirk, unable to resist needling him.
"Cut the shit before I permanently reassign you to patrol." His brows furrow. "That's actually not a bad idea. Then I can take your office since everyone has figured out where the fuck to find me in here."
"Your name is on the door, motherfucker. Maybe try taking it down if you don't want to be found."