Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Enjoy your time away from the kiddos,” Jenna says with a wink and leads me out of the unit and over to the Tamarack. “They’re nice.”
“Agreed.”
“You haven’t said much.” She leans on the kitchen counter, watching me with happy, blue eyes. I love how expressive her eyes are. I slowly walk to her and cage her in, leaning on the counter with my arms on either side of her. My lips are inches from hers. “What are you thinking?”
That I don’t ever want to leave Cunningham Falls. That I’ve come to life since I’ve known you, and I don’t care how crazy that sounds.
“That you’re pretty great.”
She smiles and drags her fingertips down my cheek. “I like your whiskers.”
“I’m usually clean-shaven.”
She shrugs. “I like that, too. You are a handsome man, Christian.” She frowns as if she regrets what she just said.
“What’s wrong?”
“I sometimes worry that when I say things like you’re handsome or you’re talented that you’ll get the wrong idea and think that I’m doing this with you because of your career. Because of your celebrity status.”
“I don’t think that,” I reply immediately, at once relieved and humbled because I can see that it’s completely true. She couldn’t care less about the celebrity side of me, and I didn’t think that was something I’d ever find. I lean in closer. “I know you’re doing this with me because you’re hot for my body.”
She giggles and then lets loose with a full belly laugh and leans in to my chest.
“I mean,” she says when she finally catches her breath, “that’s true. Your body is stellar. Like, it’s something to write home about.”
“I work out,” I reply as if it’s no big deal, enjoying the fun banter.
“Hmm, I can tell.” Her eyes and hands move over my torso, and my skin is suddenly on fire everywhere she touches. “Have I mentioned that I’m a fan of your arms?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You should take this shirt off so I can see them better.” She blinks up at me coyly and bites her lip, and I know in this moment I’d do pretty much anything she asked.
She’s a fucking siren.
I whip my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor, and Jenna’s fingertips immediately trace the muscles in my arms.
“Seriously, these should come with a warning label.”
“What would it say?”
“May cause panties to combust,” she replies, and it’s my turn to laugh now. Her fingers trail down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. She pokes her finger inside, running along the edge of my jeans and against my skin, and every nerve ending on my body sizzles.
I want to turn her around and fuck her against the countertop, but I hold back, wanting to see how far she’ll take this foreplay of hers.
And let’s be real, it feels fucking amazing.
I’m rewarded for my patience when she drops through my arms and down into a squat, and unfastens my pants, unleashing my pulsing hard cock.
I bury my hands in her hair, but she pulls away and raises a brow as she looks up at me. “Keep your hands on the countertop,” she says.
My cock dances in anticipation.
It seems Jenna wants to play the boss right now, and I’m in no position to fight her on it.
My knuckles are white on the countertop’s edge as she takes me in her palm, then runs that little, pink tongue from my balls to the tip and back again. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, her gorgeous face sucking me in and making my damn eyes cross.
My jeans are still hitched around my ass, and I reach back to grab a condom from my pocket and flick it onto the counter, then grab onto the granite again as she milks me, licking and pulling with her mouth, her hands, and sending me straight into the only heaven I’ll ever know.
“Jenna, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She ignores me, on a mission to make me lose it, but I grab her shoulders and pull her up, kiss her hard, then turn her around and bend her over the island, one hand planted in the middle of her back and the other working her pants down.
“I wasn’t done,” she says with a pout. I lean over and press my lips to her ear.
“You only get to be the boss for so long, fancy face.” I protect us both and then push inside her, reveling at how wet she is, how fucking ready she is. “You make me crazy. I want you so badly I can’t see straight.”
It isn’t soft or gentle or slow. It’s hard and fast, and over almost as quickly as it began, but I’m no less spent.
She undoes me. I’ve never lost myself with anyone before. I always know exactly what I’m doing with the woman I’m with.