Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“I can hear you thinking from here.”
Great. Now she was interrupting his work. This wasn’t going well.
“I really think I should go back to work. I’m annoying you.”
“Did I say you were annoying me?” Reuben sat on the coffee table, facing her.
“I can’t sleep like this,” she whispered. “I . . . I just can’t.”
She thought he’d scold her. Order her to sleep. So she was surprised when he nodded. Getting up, he hit the button to drop the blinds.
She sat up slightly. What was he doing?
Then he turned off the lights.
“You won’t be able to work,” she protested.
“But you’ll be able to sleep.”
“Reuben . . . ” Just when she thought he was all bossy commands, he showed her a caring side that was almost impossible to resist.
Who are you kidding? It’s definitely impossible to resist.
“I can work. My computer provides enough light. And I have a lamp.”
She knew she wasn’t going to win this argument.
“Lie down, baby,” he said in a soothing voice.
Faith lay down as he returned to kneel beside her. Reaching over, he started to massage her scalp. A small groan escaped her.
That was freaking heaven.
“You don’t have to.”
“Hush. Think of it as your reward for last night. Although I did have something else in mind.”
“That’s it. Just relax. Close your eyes. Good girl. Breathe in and out. No one needs anything from you right now. You don’t have any jobs, you don’t have anywhere you have to be, there is nothing for you to do. All you have to do is listen to me and do what I tell you.”
“That would make you happy.” It was supposed to sound sarcastic.
But it came out in a soft sigh.
“It would make me happy. And that’s what you want, isn’t it, my baby? To make your Daddy happy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words came from her mouth without thought.
All she wanted was for him to be happy.
And her.
A finger prodded at her lips as he continued massaging her scalp with his other hand. She parted her lips and he pressed two fingers into her mouth.
“Suck, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Remember, this is all you have to do. Just relax for Daddy and rest.”
To her shock, her body started growing heavier, her mind drifted, and she sucked until sleep took her.
Reuben watched her sleep as she sucked on his fingers.
Fuck.
This was another delicious sort of torture. The feel of her mouth around his fingers.
It should be his dick.
Crude, but true.
He wanted his cock inside her mouth while she slept. Fuck. What he would give right now to be able to spread her legs and eat her pussy.
He knew she’d taste delicious.
One day soon, he promised himself. Soon, he’d have no barriers between them. He’d be able to fuck her whenever he wanted. Wake her up in the mornings with his tongue in her pussy.
He’d put her on her knees so she could suck on him while he worked.
She was going to be his fully.
All he had to do was wait a bit longer.
23
Reuben appeared at her desk, surprising her.
“Sir?” she asked, feeling herself growing red.
She still couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep on his sofa earlier and that she’d napped for two hours. To be honest, today had been a disaster workwise. She was horrified at how little she’d gotten done.
Then she really got a look at his face and saw the strain in it.
“Is everything all right?”
“No.”
“What is it? What’s wrong? What can I do?” She reached for him without thinking about it.
“My sister has been in an accident.”
She gasped, her hand going to her mouth. “Juliet? Is she all right?”
“Apparently, she is. But I need to go see for myself.”
“Of course. What happened?”
“She fell off her bike.” He frowned. “And knocked herself out.”
“Do you need me to get you a flight? A ride to the airport?”
“I’ve called Steven and he’ll be here soon. Alejandro is lending me his plane, but I don’t like leaving you.”
He was worried about her?
There was that caring side again.
“You should come with me.”
She shook her head. “Oh no. I don’t fly.”
“What?”
“I don’t fly. No. Nope. Too dangerous.”
“Baby,” he said in a soft drawl. That tone was almost enough to make her do whatever he wanted.
But she was not getting on a plane.
Not for anyone.
“Do you really think I’d ever let you do something that I thought would harm you?”
God.
He had a way with words.
When he wasn’t being grouchy and bossy, that was.
“I know, but I’m still not getting on a plane.”
“How did you get here from Missouri? You don’t own a car, do you?”
“Oh, no.” She had once but she’d had to sell it to pay off some debts. “I took the bus.”
His eyes opened wide, then narrowed. “Your family allowed this?”
Well, they hadn’t had much choice in it since she’d just up and left, just leaving them a note. “You do know I’m an adult, right? I make my own decisions.”