Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Logan,” I moan, which seems to be all I can do.
“I know, Patience. I know.” He hasn’t moved yet, he’s just in me. A part of me. With each passing second the undeniable bond between us grows stronger.
“You’re killing me,” I say as I flip us over. He goes easily, thankfully. I am not sure I could have done that without his help. My hair falls around my shoulders. It’s wild, I caught a glimpse of it in the mirror when I was standing.
“How so?” he asks as his hands land on my hips and begin to roam up my ribcage until he’s holding my tits in his hands.
“In the best way, I promise. I just need…” I trail off.
“I know what you need. Put me inside of you.” Lifting off of him, just a little bit, I grip his cock and stroke him off while I glide my pussy over him. “Fuck, Patience. That’s exactly what I am lacking right now. Put. Me. Inside. You. Now,” he growls. I smirk at him and stroke him slowly, desperately, one, two, three more times before I do as I was told and position him at my entrance. Then I slide down his shaft slowly. So slowly. Any and everything to prolong this. His hands make their way back to my hips. He grips them tightly. When he’s balls deep inside of me, I begin to move. I alternate bouncing and grinding on him. I tug on my nipples before sliding my hand down to my pussy. I rub my clit in time with my bounces. His eyes widen and I smirk at him. Despite never having done this before, the only thing I do in my spare time besides hitting the gym is read romance novels. If I’m not reading them, I am listening to them. I’ve retained a lot of knowledge from those delicious bitches. Feeling bold, I take my pussy juice covered hand and reach behind me and rub his balls.
“God, this feels amazing,” I moan. His hand tighten on my hips.
“Hell yes it does,” he agrees. “Come for me, Patience. Let me see you let go.” He removes one hand from my hip and rubs my clit, sending me right over the edge.
“Logan, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I cry, over and over until I feel him fill me again. As soon as he does, I drop down on him. Satisfaction hums through my body as I try to catch my breath. His hands wrap around my back, and I snuggle into his chest.
“Patience?” he asks after a while. I pop my head up and look at him.
“Yes?”
“Thank you for giving yourself to me. I will always honor that gift.” I smile at him and moan as I scoot forward to meet his lips. “Shit, duchess. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“That is most ardently not what I want,” I tell him.
“Most ardently? I do believe your Jane Austen is showing.
“You’ve read Pride and Prejudice?”
“It was required reading in high school, but I’ve read it at least ten times since school.”
“Me too.”
“What else do you read?” he asks, stroking his strong fingers over my back. Like I can think when he does that.
I’m in so much trouble here.
seven
LOGAN
I look at her while she thinks about my question. I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky but I’m thanking God that I came to this club tonight. I shudder to think if she had met someone else here. She wouldn’t be so thoroughly mine right now.
“Romance novels mostly. You?” she asks.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I also read romance novels.” She grins then, but not in a way that she’s making fun of me.
“Really?” she says, excitedly. She moves off of me and sits on the bed with her legs crossed in front of her. “What are you reading right now?”
“I’ve never told anyone that before. You are sworn to secrecy.”
“I would never tell anyone, Logan. I promise.” Then she makes an X over her heart. She’s adorable. Sexy and adorable, it’s a heady combination. I move to sit up. I clasp her hand in mine and bring it to my lips, placing a kiss on the back of her hand.
“Thank you. I am reading two, currently. One on my Kindle and one paperback.”
“Two. That’s what I do. Except one on my Kindle and one on Audible.”
“I haven’t ventured into Audible yet. So the e-book I’m reading is Stir by ChaShiree M. and the paperback is The Duke’s Debauched Duchess by Celeste Monroe.” She claps her hands excitedly. I get it. I might be the steamiest historical romance novel I’ve ever read.
“Really? It’s so good right? I know Celeste. It’s her penname, but you know her too, actually.”
“Are you telling me that Holly Fraser is Celeste Monroe?”