Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
The idea of going back to Nashville fills me with dread. Things have been so lovely with Foxx—so comfortable and effortlessly easy. It’s a version of the grass is always greener; we’re living in a fictional, idealized world without real-life problems. Still, it’s been a breath of fresh air.
And I really like myself here.
“Where would you go?” I ask, cuddling closer against him. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
He laughs softly. I look at him just in time to catch a smile.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“No,” I say, laughing, too. “Tell me. I’m your wife now. You can’t just blow me off.”
His eyes darken.
The heat of his gaze coils in my core, and I squirm. “Tell me, and I’ll do something about that.”
“About what?”
I dip my hand below the sheet and palm his hardening cock. “This.”
“I was thinking about how I’ve been to so many places in the world. And none of them have proven to be as amazing as they’re supposed to be.”
“Really? Like where?”
He nestles his head against the pillows and sighs.
If I didn’t have him in my hand and know that his body was ready for me, I would think he was resting after a busy day and readying to fall asleep.
He’s so peaceful, so calm. The lines around his eyes have vanished. His shoulders are soft as if he’s not on edge, and it’s a beautiful sight.
“I was in the military for a while,” he says. “That’s where I met Landry and Troy Castelli.”
“Aw, I like Troy. He sometimes fills in for Calvin.”
Foxx pulls back, turning my chin with the tip of his finger. I don’t have to look at him, nor do I need a lot of light to read the room.
I giggle, biting my lip as I look up at him.
“Don’t,” he says. The lines are back in full force.
“Or what?”
He stares at me.
“I already have you in the bag, Carmichael.” I press a kiss on his chest. “I don’t have to make you like me.”
“That’s not the point, Carmichael.”
He smirks as if he made his point. Fuck, that’s so sexy.
“What’s not the point?” I ask, sliding my leg over his.
“That you already have me in the bag.” He grins. “You’ve had me in the bag for a long time, and you know it.”
What? I have had you in the bag.
No, sir. I did not know that.
I sit up and straddle him, planting my pussy on his cock. He gives me a look, warning me that things might take a hard detour. I’m willing to take the risk.
A giddiness I haven’t felt in years takes over. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I tried.
“What did you just say?” I ask, planting my hands on his chest.
“Don’t be coy, Bianca.”
“I’m not.” I laugh. “I want to hear you say it again—just to be sure I didn’t mishear you.”
He sets his jaw in place.
Okay. That’s how you want to be, huh?
I press myself against him, rotating my hips in a slow, smooth circle. Flames flicker in his eyes as his hands find my thighs.
“Come on, husband.” He licks his lips. “Say it again.”
His hands skim across my hips and then up my naked front. “You’re so fucking beautiful, wife.”
My lips part with a small gasp. “Why is it so hot hearing you say that?”
“Because you know I’m yours.”
Good God.
He lifts his hips into me. His eyes shine in the low light. “I don’t know why you’re acting surprised.”
“Because I am.”
He rolls his eyes, making me chuckle. “You know what you’re supposed to say now, don’t you?”
I hum, relishing in the pressure of his length against my sex.
“You’re supposed to tell me that you’re mine.” He holds me down by my hips and thrusts against me. “Tell me.”
“I kind of like where this is headed.”
His smirk is dangerous. And I nearly combust.
“Tell me, Bianca.”
“I might just ride you like this,” I say, sliding across his cock. “I don’t really need your participation. I could get off from just this.”
He slips a hand between us and inserts a finger into my wetness. “I love how wet you get. It’s such a turn-on.”
“You’re about to feel that wetness coat you because I’m going to come.”
“That’s fun.” He lifts a brow as his phone chirps on the bedside table. He reaches for it, pulling his cock away from me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my frustration growing. “You’re not going to check that.”
He ignores me and settles back against the pillows.
I smack his chest. “Foxx.”
“What?” The glow of the phone illuminates his face. “What do you want?”
“Put that down.”
He tilts the phone away long enough to give me a look. Then it goes right back in front of his face again.
“I hate you,” I say, squatting harder against him.