Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Well.” I walk to her, handing her the vase. “I thought I would play hooky.” I lean down and kiss her neck, right before I suck on it.
“Don’t you dare leave me a mark where people can see.” She pushes me away, but not really.
“You don’t like my mark on you?” I wrap my arm around her waist.
“I’m not twelve and neither are you,” she reminds me. “We can contain ourselves for below the waist.”
“Can we?” I move my mouth lower, my chin pushing down her white shirt at the same time. “I think the best thing to do is see if we can.”
“Is that why you came home?” She looks down at her breast that now has her shirt under it.
“It was one of the reasons.” I smirk before sucking her nipple into my mouth. “Plus, I wanted to bring you flowers.” She moans. “And I leave in two days, so we need to have sex at least four times extra.”
“Is that so?” She steps away from me and puts the flowers down on the island. “That’s a lot of sex.” Her hands go to the hem of her shirt. The sparkle from her ring on her finger shines. “You think you are up for the challenge?” She pulls it off and tosses it on the floor by her feet. “I think you moaned yesterday that you were dead.”
“No.” I shake my head, shrugging off the jacket to my suit and tossing it on the couch. “I think that was you who said that.” I pull the shirt out of my pants. “I think you lay in the bed and said I broke your vagina.”
She rolls her eyes, which makes me know I’m right. “Either way.” I unbutton my shirt and kick off my shoes. “Today we are rested.” I walk to her, picking her up at her waist and she wraps her legs around me. “We’ve never fucked on the counter.”
“Yes, we have. When I went to get water and you said you couldn’t possibly wait until we got upstairs,” she reminds me.
“That’s because you bent over and you were naked,” I retort.
“I leaned over and got on my tippy-toes,” she corrects me as I walk over to the counter.
I lay her down on it, and she hisses as the coolness hits her back. “I like these shorts.” Her feet drop from my hips.
“Yeah?” She looks at me. “Why?”
“Well, for one.” I grab her ankle and place it on the counter, then go to the other one. “They aren’t tight.” I smile at her. “Which gives me easy access.”
“Does it?” she asks and I look at her pussy, seeing exactly what I want.
“See,” I say, moving it to the side having her open to me. “Just like this.” I rub my fingers between her and feel her wetness before I slide a finger inside her. Every single time it’s like it’s the first. “I like having access to you any time I want.” I slide another finger in her. “Like now.”
“Or this morning,” she pants out. “Levi.” I don’t know if she’s asking something or just calling my name.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask.
“Can you do something for me?” She opens her legs even more to give me more access to it. I bend down and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Anything,” I tell her.
“Good.” She lifts her ass a bit to meet my fingers. “Can you fuck me hard?” she asks. “Hard, fast, and raw.” Every single time she says a word, she clenches around my fingers.
My hand goes to my buckle and I don’t have the zipper down long before my cock is in my hand and then buried in her. “Fuck,” I growl as she leans up and kisses my throat.
“I think you are the one who is supposed to fuck me.” She sucks in. “But if you want, I think I’ve got it in me to fuck you.” Her pussy clenches, I look at her and my chest squeezes. I almost blurt out that I’m falling in love with her as she lies back down on the counter. But I swallow it back when she says, “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Eva
We walk out of the daycare hand in hand on the way to our cars. On Mondays he drops her off by himself since I’m off, but the rest of the week it’s always the both of us. It’s mundane and one of us can easily not come, but neither of us wants to give it up.
So, this is how we’ve been doing it for the last month. His hand is in mine as we walk to my car, and he always puts me in the car before he leaves. “Have a good day.” He smirks at me, grabbing my face and kissing my lips. My hands go to his hips like they were made to be there. “I’ll text you later to let you know what time I’ll be home.” The past two weeks he’s been swamped at work, so he’s been coming home sometimes right before bedtime. The good news is that he’s not traveling as much, so he’s home every single night.