Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Not that I was looking then.
I was looking now.
Kip looked fucking great naked in my bed.
Though I probably shouldn’t be thinking that.
“I might,” he said. “When I’m done with you. Which I’m not.”
Though I didn’t think I was able to have another orgasm, my pussy pulsed at his tone, and my feet carried me toward him.
seven
Boundaries
Kip had found out where I was last night thanks to me.
Rather thanks to me thinking I was being a smart—and mostly petty—bitch by getting myself a credit card connected to his bank account.
The card I’d used to pay for my drink at the bar. And the Uber that got me to the bar.
I hadn’t used much forethought. I also hadn’t considered that Kip would come home, find me gone, and, after calling Nora, check his credit card activity and track me down.
He hadn’t seemed all that interested in my whereabouts prior to his mother’s visit. But even I couldn’t deny it changed things. Having to masquerade as a couple for such an extended period of time, having to sleep in the same fucking bed—it blurred lines that had been drawn in the proverbial sand.
“What was your goal in tracking me down and going into that bar?” I asked him over coffee the next morning.
Coffee in bed. Which Kip made and brought to me.
After he fucked me as soon as I woke up.
I was feeling somewhat agreeable and more alive than I did most mornings.
“This,” Kip said, holding his own coffee cup and staring down at me.
He was fully dressed. Faded jeans. Tee underneath a red flannel. He’d put on his cap as he walked out the door. He usually took it off when he removed his boots at the front door, placing it on the coatrack.
“This?” I repeated, propping myself up in bed but not quite ready to get out of it just yet. I had time.
The sheets fell and exposed my naked breasts. I momentarily thought about covering up my nakedness, but that was closing the barn after the horse had bolted. Kip had seen a fuck of a lot more than just my tits, so I let them enjoy the free air.
His eyes zeroed in on my areolas, his mouth turning to an expression I had already learned was hunger.
Despite the orgasms I’d just had, my pussy tingled with need.
“This,” he repeated, voice hoarse as his gaze returned to mine. “You, naked in bed, freshly fucked by me.”
“You knew you were going to fuck me when you walked into the bar?” I deduced.
Kip nodded once. “The second I saw the charge, I knew exactly what you were doing, and I knew there was no way in hell my wife was screwing anyone other than me.”
I took a sip of my coffee and scowled. Not that the coffee was bad. Kip knew exactly how I took it and had already learned the fickle machine and had my milk frothed perfectly.
No, I was scowling because of everything he just said, especially ‘wife’ with a possessive lilt to it.
“And you just assumed I would jump to attention and fuck you?” I asked sharply.
He took a sip of his own coffee, but I suspected it was to hide a smile. “Well, you are naked and freshly fucked, aren’t you?” he asked, not hiding the triumph in his tone.
I pursed my lips. Well, shit.
“Shouldn’t you be getting to work?” I snapped.
Kip didn’t hide his smile then. “Right after I give my wife a kiss.”
“You move one more inch toward me and I’ll cut off one of your fingers in your sleep,” I promised.
He raised his brow, then his hands in surrender. “Okay, no kiss. I’ll just wait till later and eat out your cunt till you scream.”
Then he sauntered out.
Leaving me with that image.
Leaving me counting down the minutes until he was true to his word.
The absolute prick.
“You look different,” Nora said, screwing up her nose as she inspected me.
I scowled at her over the top of my mug.
“No, this is how I always look when I’m forced to be awake before a time that’s decent,” I replied.
Nora didn’t respond to my complaints, which were white noise at this point. I complained daily about the hour the bakery opened. Of course, Nora didn’t actually make me come in at this time. She just wasn’t that kind of boss. She would never make me do anything I didn’t want to do. Neither Tina nor I was on any kind of schedule. We were free to come and go as we pleased. Which we did, if we needed to. But both of us were always here, ready to open the bakery with Nora. We rarely took the day off. Sure, sometimes this job felt like work, but very rarely.
“No, it’s not that. You look different somehow,” she said, still staring at me way too hard.