Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Threaten me?” she asks, standing.
We have to be careful since her dad is on the estate somewhere.
“Toward the end, when his men were leaving, Enzo said some sick stuff about you. That’s why I lost my cool. I never do that, not during business. People can say anything, but with you…”
She walks close to me but stops short, glancing at the house. She’s having the same thoughts as I am.
“Sneaking around with my girlfriend is something I never thought I’d do at forty-one,” I joke.
She laughs, a gorgeous miracle. It’s like she’s pushing away all the drama and uncertainty.
“I think that’s the first time you’ve told me your age,” she says.
I smirk. “Is that a problem?”
Her hand trembles as she raises it, placing it against my chest. Instantly, my body responds, thrumming with the heat and the implication. My balls have never felt so swollen, so ready, my head hazy with desire.
“Not even a little,” she says, then quickly snatches her hand away.
“You’re worried about your dad finding out?” I ask.
She nods. “He knows I know about your job. I kind of lied—well, hinted—that I learned after the kidnapping. He was so torn up that he didn’t ask any probing questions. He wants to see you. He said to visit his room when you were done. And… wait a sec.”
I laugh when she cuts off abruptly, even if laughter’s the last thing we should indulge in. With my Bonnie, it’s like a bubble closes around us every time we’re together, the concerns of the world bouncing away from us.
“What?” I ask.
“Just now, did you call me your girlfriend?”
I lean down, risking a lot but needing to touch and taste her. A shiver runs through her curvy, young, perfect body when I grab her hips, though I have to keep most of myself tamed. Or as tame as possible.
“It’s an understatement,” I growl, then press my lips against hers.
She kisses me with just as much passion. It’s like all the tension has stowed up inside of us, and now it’s allowed to come out. She moans through the kiss, her hands smoothing over my arms, up to my shoulders. Then she pushes against me, forcing herself away.
“We can’t do anything,” she whispers.
“Don’t worry,” I growl. “I know it’s your first time. I’ll be gentle… or I’ll try, at least.”
It’s impossible to keep the savage shiver out of my voice, the volcanic-like trembling that hints at everything we’re going to do together.
“It’s not that,” she murmurs, “or not just that. What about Dad? We haven’t told him about us.”
“Oh.”
I step back, realizing she’s probably right. I revealed the truth to Bonnie when it wasn’t my place, and now I’m going to claim his daughter too, but that doesn’t stop the need from expanding, taunting, and tempting.
“You might be right,” I say reluctantly.
“Might be?” she counters.
“I want you. I won’t be ashamed of that.”
“Anyway, what would we even tell him?” she says. “Oh, hey, Dad, this man spanked me, and now we want to go all the way.”
No, we’d tell him we’re going to be together forever. We’re going to have a family. Bonnie must take my silence badly because she folds her arms in that pouty, sassy way. Even Archie senses something is up, tilting his head up at her.
“Dad said he wanted to talk to you.”
“I know. You told me.”
“Well, better not keep him waiting.”
She turns away. I can’t help myself. Swatting my hand out, I spank her juicy ass, making those thighs shake.
She spins on me, unable to hide the smile on her face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Punishing you for being so sassy,” I tell her matter-of-factly. “Not that it’s a bad thing.”
“We have to be good until Dad knows,” she says, but her voice is weak.
“Soon,” I say, turning away.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to fight this urge. My woman deserves the truth. We belong together.
My thoughts clash with endless images of Bonnie as I walk up the stairs and knock on the door to the spare room I’ve given to Cameron. My stomach stirs with rare nerves. This will be the first time we’ve spoken in person for years.
“Hello?” he calls.
His room is front facing. Bonnie and I were just in the garden. It’s calculations like this that should make me feel small and mean and pathetic. Sneaking around behind his back…
“It’s me.”
“You can come in.”
I push the door open to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. It breaks me to see him this broken so many years after her death. Standing, he marches over to me. He moves so quickly, I wonder if he’s going to punch me in the face, but he sticks his hand out, offering it for me to shake. I take it tentatively.
“Thank you for saving me.”