Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
He speeds up, hitting at the right angle to set my nerves spiraling out of control. His hand covers my breast, twisting and twirling my nipple before moving to the other one.
His fingertips skim down my stomach, tracing a lazy circle around my navel until they slide lower.
"You feel this?" He brushes along where we're connected.
I close my eyes and just feel.
The velvety smoothness of him moving in me. The heat of our bodies cradled close. The wisp of his breath against my lips.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Addicted."
My heart flips at the declaration. He continues to make love to me slowly, playing with me until I can't take it anymore.
My eyes flutter open as the tingling races up my spine. "Sweetie…" There's a longing in my voice that he picks up on immediately, increasing his strokes. The friction is too much. I curl over, ramming backward.
"Jesus," he growls, pummeling into me.
After last night, I didn't think it was possible, but sparks, electricity, fireworks all erupt at once and my body gives in. The orgasm rocks through me with a dynamic force. "Miller!"
"Keep it coming, baby. I'm right there."
Even in my haze, I find the strength to clamp down and roll my hips. A loud hiss fills the air as he thickens and convulses, letting go. The twitching sets me over the edge again, and I scream into the mattress, feeling him throb.
Neither of us moves for a few minutes until he gently nudges me back to him.
"Waited a lifetime for this, Princess. Thank you."
My nose stings, and I bury my face into his neck to keep from bursting into girly sobs. "Me too."
He gives me a minute to compose myself, cradling me tenderly.
I whimper when he slips out, rolling us to where I'm draped across him.
"You need to get to work?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"You sure it's unnecessary for me to go by the house?"
"Not today. This is basic stuff I'll handle. Take today to settle in here. Set up the office the way you want."
"I'm not used to idle time. Although, I probably should wash these sheets."
"We're going to dirty them up when I get home."
I scrunch my nose. "That is such a guy thing to say. And unsanitary."
"You think we will wash the sheets every morning?"
"No, but last night was very… athletic."
His chest vibrates against my cheek. "Baby, I plan on every night with you being athletic."
A little tremor travels through me.
"I'll swing back by around lunch and we'll go by the furniture store."
My head pops up. "Furniture store?"
"Your mom said you found a bedroom set but wouldn't commit to it. She thought I should know."
"She's sneaky."
"She's perceptive."
"Don't you have work to do?"
"Perk of being a partial owner is making my schedule work for me."
"I'll be ready." My excitement grows at the simple thought of picking out furniture with him.
"I'll go make your coffee." He loosens his hold, scooting back.
"I'll do it. You get ready."
"Coffee is in the—"
"Right cabinet by the window."
His grin is charged with approval.
"I pay attention, even if I spent a lot of time this last week in my head."
He kisses my forehead and gets up. I can't stop myself from staring at his sculpted physique before he disappears in the bathroom.
"God, Ashlyn, you have it bad." I swing off the bed, grab his shirt from yesterday, and follow behind. By the time I've cleaned up and brushed my teeth, he's standing at his sink, splashing water through his hair.
"Aren't you going to shower?"
"Nope."
"But you're covered in… me."
"Exactly." He swats my ass on the way to the closet.
I grab a pair of panties, slip them on, and head to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he walks in, and my throat goes dry. I did the best I could with my appearance, which was basic at best. He, on the other hand, looks thoroughly rested and hot as hell.
I slide his insulated mug to him, openly gawking like a lustful hussy.
"You wanna walk into that furniture store today on your own?"
I squint, tilting my head in confusion.
"You keep looking at me like that, you won't be walking anywhere."
I jerk, my eyes dropping to his groin, which has an obvious bulge.
"I'm rethinking my obsession to have this bedroom set ordered."
"Fuck me." He scrapes his hand over his jaw. "I'm changing my office hours starting tomorrow."
"Perk of being a partial owner." I wink, sipping my coffee. "And we agree that this house needs to be christened."
My phone rings from the counter, pulling my attention to it. Stephanie's name pops on the screen.
"Answer it, I'm gonna leave so I can get shit done."
I swipe to connect the call. "Good Morning!"
"I sure hope it was a good morning because I'm about to ream your ass! I'm sitting up here in Charlotte, thinking you need time to adjust. Living on your piddly messages and wondering if you are truly okay. Then I learn you are moving in and playing house with Miller Kendrick—who, by the way, you already knew?" She's shouting so loud I wince at the ding in my ears.