Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“What the hell?” I let out a sigh of relief when I open another and find panties this time. Each pair is soft and pretty and puts my cheap cotton to shame. I decide to actually wear some of the things he got me but don’t mess with the jewelry.
I don’t know why it’s giving me extra anxiety, because it’s all so beautiful, and I itch to run my fingers across each item. Maybe it’s because I think everything will look funny on me, just like the wedding ring Judge gave me. I’ve got it hidden away, but I don’t want to give it back to him. I’m just not quite ready to wear it either.
This jewelry is so out of my range of reality. It makes me wonder what kind of wife Judge is expecting me to be. He’s bought me all these things, so I'm sure he expects me to wear them at some point.
My mind drifts back to us having dinner and him saying he doesn't need me to cook or clean for him. That really only leaves a few things he could need me for. I can have his children and be his arm candy, although I’m not arm candy. I’m rough around the edges, but I guess he thinks he can polish me up.
I hate where my mind is going, so I grab a large oversized shirt to put on instead of one of the silk sleep sets Judge bought me. It’s another small act of rebellion on my part—I refuse to be dressed up like a doll. Plus, the shirt smells like him. As irritated as I get at Judge, I think there will always be a part of me that romanticizes the idea of him. I’ve been doing it my whole life.
He got Bow back for me, and that’s the Judge I fantasize about. That while everyone else thinks of him as a gruff, no-nonsense cowboy, for me he’s sweet and maybe a little dirty. At least the dirty side of Judge is a reality.
I didn't think he’d be a virgin with how all the girls in town talk about wanting him, but he’s not one to ever talk about things like that to other people. I never understood how all the girls in town talked about how sexy he was while being a bit afraid of him.
I never felt that fear before, even though he was big and loud. He barks orders, and everyone jumps to, but I’ve always been the one to push back. I can’t help myself, and sometimes I just want to see how far I can go.
When I step out of the closet, I think Judge will be there, but the sound of the running shower has me moving toward the bathroom. I lean in a little to see the space filled with steam and the huge shower that could hold a handful of people.
I suck in a breath when I see every powerful naked inch of Judge Russo. Water runs down his hard body as he braces himself against the glass with one big hand. The other is wrapped around his cock as he works himself up and down in quick hard strokes. His head bowed, he’s hiding his face from me, but the muscles down his back are so tight they look painful.
I should step back. Or go forward. My mind screams for me to move, but my body doesn't, and I stay rooted in the spot. Even as his head comes up and his dark gaze locks with mine, I don’t flinch as he groans my name and starts to cum.
His whole body goes rigid, and all those big muscles flex as he spends himself. His eyes never leave mine, and a whimper of need escapes me. I was so lost in him I failed to notice how turned on I was. My nipples are tight, and my new panties are soaked. He pushes off the glass and stands to his full height.
“Kitty.” The way he says my name has me sucking in a breath.
He starts to say something else, but finally I get my feet to move and run from the bathroom. I hadn't realized how far I’d let myself walk in as I watched him stroke himself.
I hit the light in the bedroom before jumping into bed. I pull the blanket over my head and lie there as I try to calm my rapid heart. I listen to him in the bathroom while he gets ready for bed and pretend to be asleep.
I hold my breath, wondering what he’s going to do next, and I’m not sure what I want him to do. A few moments later, the bed dips, and he climbs in on the other side. An arm wraps around me and pulls me across the bed until I’m flush against his big body.