Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
As for our house venture, we just realized we needed more space. Like way more. For one, we were running out of places to have hot, wild sex. The table wasn’t big enough. The kitchen counters weren’t deep enough. And his shower definitely wasn’t large enough. But more importantly, we wanted to find a home for our future. So, we upgraded to a beautiful two-story, four-bedroom. It had potential. It had purpose. One day, it would be filled with a family, children, and a dog. Apparently, Ben sees way too many cats at his job. This home would have so much love, we’d need to add an addition on the back. And the front. Maybe a third floor?
I can’t help but chuckle. Once upon a time, I met a boy, and he became my worst enemy. My nemesis. And now, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him. It’s crazy how life works out.
I bend down and attempt to lift the box when I hear the sound of the front door opening. If I hurry and open the window, I can probably throw it out and land perfectly in one of the dump—
“What the hell are you doing? Seriously?” I drop the box. Guess this one’s staying. “I told you not to do this without me. This shit is too heavy,” he snaps, taking in the packaged boxes. I look at him, proud of what I’ve accomplished today.
“You’re right. Can you throw this box out—?”
“Don’t even think about it. Mak, you told me you weren’t going to overdo it.”
“I didn’t. It’s just clothes. The extra bedding. All your books and—”
“Mak. . .”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. See?” I twirl around, and dammit, I twist too quickly and aggravate a rib. I wish these would just go back to normal.
“Shit, you okay?” He comes up to me, bracing his hands on my hips. “Did you hurt yourself? I told you to take it easy. You promised me—”
“Right, I promised I’d take it easy. This was a cakewalk. My ribs aren’t sore from packing.”
His eyes blaze with concern. “What? Where does it hurt?”
“Oh, you know where it hurts.” Confusion crosses his face. “You’re so worried about me packing a few measly boxes, but you sure didn’t seem to care when you were ramming me into the headboard.”
His brow furrows. “You told me you were fine. Dammit, I should have known you were lying.”
“Luckily, you did. If you hadn’t, I would have found someone el—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. Do and you’ll regret it.”
Not with the way his eyes light up. His feral need to claim me. Make sure the world knows who I belong to. Goddamn, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I bring my lower lip between my teeth. “Oh, will I?”
“Damn right, you will.”
I like where this is going. “And what exactly are you going to do about it?” I kick the box over for good measure, and his shitty sports team stuff tumbles out.
“Oh, now you’ve done it.” He takes two prowling steps toward me, and I dance back. “I’ve had a hellish forty-eight hours. I’m not in the mood.” Oh, the lies he tells. He’s done nothing but think about coming home and doing exactly this.
“Do you want me to coddle you or something? I didn’t know I signed up for sissy patrol today.” I can’t hide the shiver of excitement that runs through me.
Another step. “Sissy patrol?” He forces me back until my knees hit the bed.
“Yeah, you know, like pouty babies.” I’m going to lose this one. He leans forward, his lips just grazing mine. I shiver at the smell of him. Freshly showered. His breath skates down my chin. He dips, his lips teasing the skin at my neckline. Slowly, he brings his eyes back to mine.
“I thought I told you to let me do this.”
“Since when do I ever listen to you?”
His blue eyes glimmer in challenge. He shakes his head. “You’re going to regret this.”
Slowly, I shake mine. “No, I’m not.”
His panty-dropping smile peeks through. “You love this, don’t you?”
I lift my shoulders, offering him my most innocent look. “Love what?”
His arms snake around my waist, and he brushes his delectable erection against me. “You love taunting me.”
I shake my head again and pull my lower lip between my teeth. “Why would I want to do that?”
My little booty shorts become too tight. My thighs brush together at his devilish stare. His eyes fall to my lips.
“Because you know damn well I can’t contain myself around you. You do this so I snap and take control. Make you bend and beg. Moan and scream. You want me to discipline your naughty little mouth. Spank your perky little ass until it’s nice and red for me.”
This is backfiring on me hardcore. My nipples strain against my top and my breathing labors. His lips curl. He knows he’s got me.