Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“There will be no getting rid of me," I told her firmly. “Ever.” I flipped my hands around and linked our fingers together, then I placed a soft kiss on the third digit of her left hand, before bringing them down to rest between us. "I'm going to make sure that you are tightly bound to me as soon as possible."
Ember’s eyes widened with shock, but happiness sparkled in their emerald depths. Then she smiled cheekily and asked, "Is that your way of asking me to marry you?"
I frowned and shook my head, then quickly explained when her expression fell. "I wasn't asking, baby. We are getting married."
Ember huffed dramatically. "You can't just demand that I marry you."
“Why not?”
“Because women like to be wooed.”
"How would you know?" I teased.
"Because I'm a woman," she said with an adorable giggle.
My eyes did a slow perusal of her delicious curves. Ember had a body for sin and babies, and I intended to explore both of those thoroughly. "Trust me, baby, I know exactly how much of a woman you are."
I didn't give her a chance to say anything else before I grasped her chin and sealed my mouth over hers. I wasn't done talking, but everything else coming out of my mouth was about to get really dirty.
11
Ember
“I think you earned some punishment for leaving me the way you did. Walking out of my house without a word while I was sound asleep, thinking you’d be right where you belonged when I woke up. In bed. With me.”
I felt awful for making him think I abandoned him, but that didn’t stop my pussy from spasming at the sensual threat. “What exactly would this punishment entail?”
“No actual pain. I would never hurt you,” he swore.
“I know.” I cupped his cheek as I stared up at him. “I trust you. Heart, body, and soul.”
Male satisfaction flashed in his deep blue eyes. “And I’ll forever be grateful that you do, baby.”
I was a little nervous—which was understandable since I’d just lost my virginity to him the night before. But I wanted to show Nixon how much I trusted him, and this was the perfect opportunity. “Then I guess we should let the punishment commence so I can prove it to you.”
“That’s not what this is about, baby. You don’t have anything to prove to me.”
I winked at him. “Maybe not, but I wouldn’t want to cheat you out of a proper apology-slash-punishment.”
“In that case, we can start with you stripping for me.”
My hands went down to the hem of my shirt—the one I’d stolen from his bedroom floor—at his command. His eyes burned with passion as I lifted the material over my head, the need growing hotter as I shoved my workout shorts down my legs to stand in front of him in my bra and panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” His fingers trailed down the center of my chest, through the valley between my breasts. “But when I told you to strip, I meant everything. Take the bra and panties off, too.”
His commanding tone was so sexy, I actually shivered as I did what he asked. Then I was standing in front of him completely naked, without feeling an ounce of self-consciousness because there was no missing how much he was enjoying the view. His hard-on tented his pants as his gaze swept down my body. “Perfect.”
He stepped closer, his hand drifting down my side to cup my butt cheek. “Turn around, baby.”
I didn’t question his request. Not until he gave each side a quick slap, the sting of his hand against my butt cheek leaving heat in its wake. And not just from the handprint he’d probably left behind on my skin. But deep in my core. “If this is what punishment involves, I just might have to earn myself more in the future.”
He shifted my hair away from my neck, pressing against my back as he whispered, “Let’s see if you still think that when I’m done with you.”
“Holy crap,” I breathed while he nudged me toward the bed and bent me over the edge by pressing his hand against the middle of my back.
When he sank a finger into my dripping wet pussy, he groaned. “Fuck, you’re already drenched for me, baby.”
My inner walls clenched around his digit as he delivered a few more spankings. I probably should have protested his punishment, but it felt too good for me to complain. Instead, I pressed my cheek against the mattress and gave myself up to the pleasure.
After he was done, Nixon stroked his palm down both butt cheeks. “You look gorgeous wearing my handprints on your ass. But you’ll be even better when your red hair is spread across the pillow, your green eyes fogged with desire, and your cheeks pink from the orgasms I’ve given you. Eventually.”