Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“But…”
I shoved my hand up the outside of her shirt and fisted her bra strap with my hand.
“Tommy Tom won’t come in,” I told her, moving my lips down the length of her neck. “And if you don’t focus, we’re going to have to stop what we’re doing.”
“What are we doing?”
“We’re about two pants and a set of panties away from fucking.”
“You’re not wearing underwear?”
I grinned. “I had to change my pants at work because a suspect thought it’d be funny to take a piss on himself—which then ended up on me when I had to tackle him to the ground.”
Her face went pinched. “Gross.”
“Gross,” I agreed, then started to work her shirt up over her head.
She willingly allowed me to remove it, then went ahead and did the hard work by shucking her shoes, and then her pants as well as panties.
The only thing she had left on was her bra and her socks.
She looked fucking adorable.
“Pick me up,” she ordered.
That adorableness turned to sexiness in a blink of an eye.
“Yes, ma’am,” I teased, leaning down.
She threaded her arms around my neck and I lifted her up so that her face was level with mine.
“Don’t put that pussy on my pants,” I ordered. “I can’t walk around with a stained crotch. I have nothing else to change into.”
She bit her lip as her eyes sparkled. “Then I suggest that you lose the pants.”
I winked and reached between us, slowly unhooking my utility belt and lowering it to the floor before starting in on my pants.
Moments later they were down around my ankles and she was grinding herself down against me.
“Not that I don’t like this,” she said, pressing her lips against my throat, right above where my pulse sped. “But what caused this to come on? You’re usually a stickler for the rules.”
She was right. I was usually fairly adamant about keeping things professional and putting on a good face for my city.
However, today had been bad.
Not only had I had to deal with Mr. Pissy Pants and big black truck girl, but I’d also had to listen to the judge tell me that he thought Lizzibeth and I should go to mediation.
When I’d flat out refused that, he said arbitration might be the only viable alternative.
Which led to me calling Lizzibeth and giving her twenty-four hours to sign the divorce papers, or I would stop playing nice.
My guess was that she’d call my bluff, but I wasn’t bluffing.
I was pissed off, fed up, and I wanted to fuck my woman without a goddamn guilty conscience.
I knew that Winnie didn’t care. She understood. However, I felt wrong fucking her when my almost ex-wife was still in the picture—even if it was from a distance.
“Lizzibeth,” I answered, feeling her stiffen.
“Bitch.”
Then she reached between us, wrapped her small hand around my cock, and then guided it to her entrance.
I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking when I thought I could deny the sexual attraction between the two of us. I must’ve been out of my goddamned mind, that was for sure.
Because the moment she sank onto me, her entire pussy engulfing my cock, I realized how futile my resistance was.
She was what my body craved, and who the hell was I to deny her anything?
“Steel…”
“Had a bad day.” I pronounced that statement by thrusting my cock into her.
Feeling her tighten around me, there was a wave of instant rightness of the act. I knew that this was where I was supposed to be and it made my shitty morning disappear.
Here, inside Winnie, nothing else mattered. Not my very soon-to-be ex-wife. Not work. Not anything. Only her. Only us.
I came here straight from pulling over that bitch in her big truck. The only thing on my mind was erasing my morning.
Winnie was the perfect fucking eraser. My eraser.
She was the only person in my life who brought me peace. My son, my grandchildren, the members of my club—they’re my family, my everything. But they all made demands of me and my time.
Winnie, though?
She didn’t demand anything of me. She listened to me, and she paid attention. She soothed and calmed me. She comforted and cherished me. No one else in my life, past or present, gave me all of that.
Winnie was it—she was the woman I’d been searching for.
“Steel, please.”
I looked into her eyes as I used the strength in my shoulders and arms to slowly slide her up.
I held her there momentarily while she whimpered for my cock, and then I lowered her onto me.
Her mouth curved into an O as I thrust up on the downward glide, filling her with me again.
My cock became more and more sensitive with each drive into her until it throbbed. Slide up. Throb. Glide down. Throb. Slide up, throb, glide down.
Our eyes stayed connected., never once losing sight of each other. At least until I felt her muscles start to tighten around me.