Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“You’ve got no argument from me.”
“Good.”
“Should be able to, baby,” Cian said, his arm tightening around me. “Not are.”
“I know,” I replied, lifting my head to look at him. “I just thought—I don’t know. I was on club grounds for Christ’s sake. I let my guard down.”
“I know, My.”
“It won’t happen again.”
Cian nodded. “No one touches you. Think I made that clear.”
“I did, too,” I replied, raising my eyebrows. “He’ll be lucky if he fathers children.”
He scoffed and kissed my forehead before dropping his head back to the pillow.
I fell asleep with Cian’s hand in my hair and his heartbeat in my ear. At some point he must’ve gotten up and turned out the light, but I never noticed. When I woke up the next morning, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed.
“I’m sticky,” I murmured, rolling toward him. “Where are you going?”
“Mornin’, baby,” he replied, turning. “It’s early.”
“Why are you leaving?”
Cian smiled, brushing my hair away from my face. “Need to get to work.”
“No,” I groaned, glancing at the clock.
“You need to get to work, too,” he reminded me.
“Let’s call in,” I said, wrapping my hand around his wrist. “I feel a cold coming on. I think it’s contagious.”
“Don’t work, don’t get paid,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me. “You wanna get some dinner tonight?”
“Like a date?” I asked in surprise, pulling away.
Cian laughed. “Sure, like a date.”
“We’ve never been on a date,” I pointed out.
“I’ve taken you out a bunch of times.”
“Those weren’t dates.”
“Then what the hell were they?”
“I don’t know. Just dinner.”
“You put makeup on,” he mused. “Wore those jeans that you know make me want to bite your ass—”
I let out a choked noise of amusement.
“I picked you up and I paid.”
“So?”
“You wear those jeans out with Lou and Frankie?”
“No,” I conceded. “But those still weren’t dates.”
“They were.”
“Dates end with a kiss,” I pointed out smugly. “Or banging.”
Cian let out a throaty laugh that made me grin proudly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll bang you tonight,” he joked, kissing me again.
“Or you could do it now,” I murmured, pulling the blankets down to my waist.
“Fuck,” he muttered, looking down between us.
With a quick flick of his hand, the blankets were thrown further down my body. Twisting, he leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin until my back arched. My hands fisted in his hair as his fingers found my center and shoved inside with precision, the ball of his hand pressing tightly against my clit.
“I gotta go,” he said, nuzzling my chest as his hand worked. “You gotta get there, baby.”
“My nipples,” I replied desperately, letting go of him with one hand. I reached down and pinched my nipple hard as I rode his hand, my thighs burning.
“That’s it,” he said, his tongue lashing at the nipple I had pinched between my fingers.
The world spun as I focused on those two points of contact.
“Cian,” I breathed as every muscle in my body tightened.
Just like that, his hands and mouth were gone.
“No,” I gasped as he flipped me to my belly and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
Then I was flying as he slammed inside me, his hand wrapping around my jaw as he pressed his fingers between my lips.
“Suck, Myla,” he whispered in my ear.
I sucked and strained against him as he pounded inside of me, every molecule in my body sensitized and screaming.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding under me to pinch my nipple. “You love that, don’t you, baby? Squeeze me with that greedy pussy. Fuck.”
I groaned around his fingers and ground back against him as the orgasm hit, wave after wave crashing over me.
When it was finally over, I dropped tiredly to the bed, my body throbbing.
“Now, I really gotta go,” he groaned, kissing my back as he gently pulled away.
“Go,” I ordered, the word muffled by the way my face pressed into the mattress. I flicked my fingers, the only part of my body I was willing to move.
“Get up and get dressed, love,” he said, gently swatting my ass. “You’ll be late if you fall back asleep.”
“Unlike you, I’m going to have to shower,” I grumbled, inching further onto the bed.
“Next time I’ll take one with you,” he said as he tossed the blankets back over me.
He made it all the way to the door before turning to look at me.
“You know I love you?”
I smiled. “Yeah, I know.”
He’d only been gone for a few minutes when my bedroom door swung open again and my best friends poked their heads inside.
“It smells like sex in here!” Frankie gasped.
“Look at her,” Lou said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Shameless hussy doesn’t even have clothes on.”
“Go away,” I moaned, pulling the blankets up to my chin.
“You better get up for work,” Lou ordered. “It’s getting late.”