Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“I’m starving.” He lets my hand go, taking off toward the house.
“Make sure you change and don’t let the kittens escape your room,” I shout behind him. They got out once, and it took us forever to find them. We need to start letting them out a little bit at a time, but I think we’ll wait another few months before that.
“I’m hungry too.” Roman’s eyes eat up every inch of me.
“Oh, you think you’re going to get some now?” I put my hands on my hips.
He grabs me, pulling me into his body. “All I have to do is get my mouth on you.” He’s right. Roman has woken my body up to needs I had no idea it craved.
“What do you think about the whole mommy thing?” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.
“I think it’s fine, but we can mention it to his therapist,” he suggests.
“Good idea.” I brought the idea up about getting Ace seeing one. He hasn’t given me a reason to make me think he needed one, but I wanted to be safe. He’s gone through a lot, and I’ll do anything in my power to get him through it the best way I can.
“You are like his mom. I think it will be good for both of you. We don’t want him to feel differently when we start to have kids.” My stomach flutters. Kids aren't something we’ve really talked a lot about.
I know it’s on the table, of course. We’ve been having sex and there hasn’t been one mention of protection by either one of us. In fact, I think my period is late, but it’s too soon to let my mind go there.
“How many do you want?”
“I’d never thought about having kids until you came along.”
“Really? We don’t have to.” I don’t want to push him into it or make him think it’s something he has to do because we’re married. His hand grips my ass. He grinds his cock into my stomach.
“I never thought about any of those things. Kids, a wife, kittens.” I snort a laugh. “Then there you were, and I wanted all of it.”
“You make me feel so special, Roman.”
“You are. I don’t know how someone else didn’t get to you before I did.” I shake my head. He thinks every man wants me.
“You know, I googled you and I don’t actually look like your type.” I point out. That’s been lingering in the back of my mind. It’s silly really. The way he is with me I know I’m the only one he wants. The only woman that he’s chased down to have.
“Are you jealous?” He smirks. I smack his chest, trying to wiggle away from him, but I don’t get anywhere.
“I need to go make Ace lunch.” I glare up at him, hating that I am—in fact—jealous. I don’t want to think about anyone dating him ever. We never go out. “Let me go.” I push on his chest.
“Never,” he says before tossing me over his shoulder again, carrying me into the house. My husband is a freaking caveman. He’s lucky I love him so freaking much.
19
Roman
She wiggles on my shoulder, so I give her ass a smack. She lets out a small scream before she retaliates and smacks mine back.
“I’d be careful, sweetheart. I’ll keep your pussy on edge, not letting you come.” She doesn't say anything for a long moment. I don’t have to see her face to know she’s blushing. Over the past month I’ve been inside her too many times to count. I can’t go long without her.
I was sure once I got a taste that maybe this crazy obsession I have for her would calm down some. It hasn’t. In fact, I think it’s getting worse. I wanted her to be my wife. I got that. Then I wanted her to love me. I got that. Now I want our baby inside of her. I won’t stop until I get that.
It should drive me crazy. I’m spending less time at work, but it’s not. This is the first time in years I’ve relaxed. Working doesn't dominate my every thought any longer. Fawn has shown me the possibility of so much more.
“You wouldn’t,” she finally hisses.
“Eat your cunt for hours? Yeah, I definitely would.”
“Roman!” She smacks my ass again, making me laugh. “Put me down, you brute!” she shouts as I enter the house.
“George, can you prepare lunch? Ace will be done shortly.”
“Of course, sir.”
“George, help me! He’s kidnapping me!” she tries again.
“That’s old news, Mrs. King.”
She bursts into laughter but tries to cover it quickly.
I carry her up the stairs and into our bedroom. I drop her down on the bed. She smells like the sun. She and Ace have been in the pool every day this week. Her skin is even sun-kissed and glowing. I don’t know how she does it, but I swear she gets more beautiful with each day that passes.