Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Riley untied her hands and got down off the bed and headed for the en suite bathroom. He locked the door behind him and released his first grin when he heard something land against it from the other side. His little detective sure does get pissed easy. She pounded on the door, ready for a fight, but Riley had no intention of obliging her.
Instead, he stepped into the shower under the warm spray of water and tried to settle down as the smile fell from his face. She’d scared the fuck out of him, and it was going to take him a little while to get over it.
He couldn’t see how she didn’t know that putting herself in danger would fuck with his head. Then again, he was sure that she didn’t expect him to know. Which led him to wonder how many more times in the future she’d do this shit without him knowing?
By the time he turned off the water, he was back to being pissed. That little dance they’d just done in his bed was not enough, it seemed. She wasn’t in the bedroom when he walked in, but he had a pretty good idea where he’d find her.
Celia had headed to one of the guest baths upstairs when the asshole didn’t open the door to let her in. He was smart not to, as she was more than ready to kick his ass. She washed him off of her in a fury before stomping out 0f the stall only to find him there leaning against the wall waiting.
Riley had walked into the bathroom just at about the end of her shower to hear her calling him every name in the book with a few enlightening threats as to what she was going to do to him when she got her hands on him thrown in. He tried hard not to laugh, but she was too cute. As soon as she turned off the water and all but flung herself out of the stall, he pounced.
Lifting her in a fireman’s hold, he walked out of the bathroom with her screaming and pelting his back with her fists. One hard slap to her ass stopped her momentarily before she started her shit again. In the bedroom, he threw her down on the bed and came down over her before she had a chance to roll away. And by the time she opened her mouth to blast him, he was driving his already hard cock into her.
“Oomph… get off me you… you…” She shouldn’t have looked into his eyes. Those eyes that held that look of fear mixed with something soft and sweet. Riley changed tactics as he leaned down to nibble her jaw before making his way to her lips. She was confused as hell, not knowing what to expect next, but her body was already in tune with his, moving on its own accord, seeking what it had lost just minutes ago.
Not knowing whether he was going to pull out again and leave her wanting added its own kind of raw excitement and Celia found herself responding to him wildly, throwing her pussy up at him to meet his thrusts. Riley wasn’t sure what he’d planned when he went after her, he just knew he needed to be inside her again. But right now, punishing her was the furthest thing from his mind.
He knew it was dangerous to give in this soon, to give her the upper hand and let her know that she owned his ass. I’ll have to come up with something else, he thought. She’s a fast fucking learner; her pussy was doing gymnastics on his cock and the way she looked at him…. How could he stay mad at her?
CHAPTER 28
Don stepped gingerly from the shower, the welts on his ass and back burning like fire with each move he made. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure he’d enjoyed all evening and into the night, though, so he wasn’t about to complain. Not only had he had one of the best fucks of his life, which was saying a lot considering, but that hot detective didn’t seem to be on his scent.
She’d given him a bit of a stir showing up like that, but in the end, he was able to keep her from guessing the truth. It still remains to be seen if he’d have to pick up stakes and leave town in the near future, but for now, he didn’t feel the rush to do so, not like last time when the cops were on his ass, and he had to bail.
Standing in front of the mirror, he ran the towel over his wet chest down past his middle that was growing a little soft to his cock that was still on full alert. In the bedroom next door, his tormentor was waiting, ready to soothe the pain left by her vicious beating.