Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Doll,” he says his nickname for me with a sigh of relief. He stands there and stares until he sees the bags in my hands.
“They let you carry them yourself?” he asks as he takes them from me. He’s pissed about someone not carrying my bags up. Seriously?
“I told them I had it. It’s not a big deal. I just thought I’d make you breakfast before you went to work,” I offer to try to soothe the caged tiger.
“Breakfast?” He seems bothered that I want to cook for him, so I play it off like it’s nothing.
I walk ahead of him and into the kitchen. “Yes. I mean. I know this isn’t a real relationship, but if I’m going to live here I might as well cook from time to time especially since I’m hungry. As you’ve reminded me. I need to eat regularly for the baby. You do have pots and pans, right?” I spin to face him as I finish and can see that he looks even more put out than before. What does he expect me to do? Starve?
“Somewhere in here,” he says with a shrug.
“You don’t cook at all?” I question. Everything’s absolutely stunning in here and yet, it’s just for show.
“Not really. Leftovers and takeout are pretty much my existence.” He starts taking out the items from the bag.
“You don’t have to help. I can do this. Don’t you have to get ready for work?” I take the eggs from him and put them in the fridge.
“I’m going in late,” he growls out, getting more irritated by the second.
“Oh.” I’m caught off guard by the look in his eyes. Does he think I’m trying to get rid of him?
“Why? Did you have something you wanted to do while I was gone?”
“Um…No, but yesterday you said you were too busy for a wife hence the reason you were at the clinic.”
“I took the morning off to spend every minute inside you.” Even as he says that he sounds like he doesn’t want to be here with me. Maybe he feels like he needs to get this over with. Still, I can’t help poking the bear.
“Oh, well let me make some breakfast, so you can keep your strength up.” I toss him a smile, hoping to get him to lighten up. I know he wants a baby, not domestic bliss, but I need to be eating to take care of myself and the baby like he told me.
“Trust me, I have enough strength right now.” Did I mistake his lust for anger?
“Right now?” I ask as he crowds my space. His eyes focus on my lips and now I realize that he’s horny as hell right now. He couldn’t care less about the food. I’m on the menu.
“Are you sore, Doll?” I shake my head, but he doesn’t believe me. He raises that brow that turns me to mush.
“Only a little.” I bite my tongue to avoid the moan that wants to escape my lips.
He spins me around my hands pressing onto the counter. With his body right behind me, he slides his hand down over my stomach, pulling my back to his front, letting me feel every single inch of his hard cock. His fingers dip under my shorts and through my curls, rubbing my slit.
“Fuck, Doll, you’re soaked.”
“Is that bad?” I whimper, knowing damn well it’s what we both want and need.
“No, it’s just what I need.” He strips my shorts down, with his lips on my neck he lifts one of my legs and thrusts into my heat from behind. I cry out from the fullness. My emotions come over me and I fall into rhythm with him. He continues to fuck me hard, getting out whatever is eating him. “Mine. This pussy is mine.” Oh my God. My pussy agrees, squeezing around his length.
His hand goes around my throat, holding me firmly but not hard. The other teases my clit. “I want you to come on my cock, Doll. Let me feel you cream before I give you another load to remind you who this pussy belongs to.” The filthy words out of his mouth send me over the edge, but then I remember it’s temporary and my orgasm wanes. All temporary. His for now.
“I said you’re mine, Doll. There’s no for now bullshit.” He grunts and comes deep inside me. Grant leans over my back, pressing my body onto the counter and he whispers something I can’t hear through the pounding of my heart.
He pulls out of me then slides my shorts back up. “You showered.”
“Well I didn’t think I should leave the house smelling like sex.” I inform him, moving away to get ready to make breakfast.
“Why the fuck not? Then bastards know you’re not available.” Wow. If I didn’t know better I’d say he’s jealous.