Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
But for now, Tripp Daniels was a great distraction, and one she intended to enjoy until the insemination process began.
* * *
Tripp placed the last strip of crisp bacon on a plate next to the scrambled eggs he’d also made, just as Skye strolled into the kitchen, looking well and truly fucked with her tousled hair, the glow on her face, and the small hickey he spied on her neck.
He had to curb the ridiculous impulse to beat on his chest like a primal caveman.
She greeted him with an almost shy smile, no surprise considering all the wicked ways he’d defiled her during the course of the night. “Good morning.”
Her soft, husky voice was like a shot of lust straight to his dick, as was seeing her in the white dress shirt of his that she’d chosen to wear. Being petite in stature, the hem almost hit her knees and would have been considered modest if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d left more than a few buttons undone down the front. Low enough to give him a glimpse of the curves of her supple breasts. Her nipples poked against the front, and he could see the dusky shadows of her areolas through the fabric.
She looked sexy as fuck and he had to resist the urge to bend her over the table and corrupt her even more. He always loved how she’d wear his shirts the morning after a hookup, how the visual would make him think, I got laid and now it’s official and she’s mine. And mostly, how proprietary it made him feel to know she was wrapped up in his scent—yeah, like a damn dog marking their territory. It galled him to think he’d let her go. He’d been such a goddamn fool.
Unable to stop himself, he closed the distance between them, slid an arm around her waist to bring her body flush to his, and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her good morning. She placed her hands on his bare chest, parted her lips on a tiny, welcoming sigh, and let him deepen the connection. She tasted warm, soft, and minty-sweet.
In time, he lifted his mouth from hers, but didn’t let her go. “I would think you’d remember what seeing you in one of my shirts does for me,” he said, absently sliding his hand up the back of her thigh beneath the hem, only to encounter her bare, smooth ass. He groaned. “And you’re not wearing anything underneath. Jesus, you’re killing me.” She had to feel the stiff erection digging into her lower stomach through his sweatpants.
She laughed, her expression amused. “I can’t believe you can still get hard after how many times we had sex. I’m so sore . . . in a really good way, though.”
He smirked down at her. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“God, you’re incorrigible.” She lightly smacked his chest, then playfully pushed him away. “How about you feed me. I burned a lot of calories trying to keep up with you and I’m hungry.”
He chuckled, and even though he was thoroughly enjoying their light-hearted banter, he finally released her so he could serve up their breakfast. “Help yourself to a cup of coffee,” he said, nodding toward the Keurig on the counter, along with the mug, creamer, and sugar he’d left out for her.
While she filled her cup, he brought their plates and forks to the table, and retrieved two glasses of orange juice. They sat down, and as she took a few bites of her eggs, then a piece of cantaloupe, her eyes took in his apartment in the morning light.
He’d left the drapes open last night, and now the sun streamed through, brightening up the living room and kitchen area. Out the plate glass windows was a coveted view of the iconic New York City skyline, which for most people, didn’t come cheap.
“This is a fantastic place,” she said, a bit of awe in her voice. “You must be doing very well for yourself.”
“I am,” he said, proud of the thriving practice he operated with Brett and Hudson that afforded him many luxuries. “But I also have a brother who is in high end real estate and he owns this building, which makes things much more affordable.”
Her mouth literally dropped open in shock. “Wow. That’s impressive.” She regained her composure and picked up a piece of bacon. “Which brother would that be? You have two, right?”
He nodded. “Yes, and it’s Beck, the youngest.”
“That would be Chloe Kingston’s husband,” she said almost absently, then gave him an impish grin. “I’m still trying to keep all the Kingstons and Dares straight in my head. There’s so many different people that intersect.”
He laughed in agreement. “It can definitely get overwhelming.”
“And your other brother?” she asked curiously, stabbing a slice of cantaloupe with her fork. “What does he do?”