Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I burst into laughter, and a small grin tugged on his lips.
“I’ll remember that,” I said.
“I’m fucking serious.”
“You are not. You’re smiling.”
His eyes softened. “Because your laugh is one of my favorite sounds. It used to be my favorite, but it got bumped last night when you came on my cock.”
I licked my lips, then pulled my bottom one between my teeth. My panties were already wet because of that kiss, but now, they were soaked.
He wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger. “Why were you waiting to call me?”
I did not want to talk about that. I wanted to get naked and have him fuck me on the table.
“I needed a minute. Seeing Perry isn’t easy, and Marley cries on the ride back. Kinda wanted to clear my head.”
Please let it go now.
His eyes darkened. “And you blame me for that?”
I started to say no, but stopped. That wasn’t entirely true. Lying to him wasn’t any way to start this thing—relationship—we were doing.
“Yes, but I also blame Perry. He deserves to pay for his crime; it’s just hard to see it.”
Oz was silent as he stared at me. His jaw was clenched, and the expression on his face made me wish I had lied. That we weren’t talking about this. That I hadn’t even mentioned Perry.
“If I had the power to get him out for you, I would. But this is out of my hands.” He sounded so pained. His words thick and heavy, as if he truly meant them.
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
He grabbed my chin, stopping me from saying more. “No. You always tell me. Even if it hurts, tell me. I can’t always fix it, and it might tear me up inside because I can’t, but I want to know. I need to know where your head is.”
I was going to cry. My emotions were already a mess, and then he said stuff like that.
I nodded.
He ran the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. “Tell me what to do to make you happy.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it.
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
“No, you’re sad.”
His phone buzzed again. He still ignored it.
“You’re here. That makes me happy.”
His phone buzzed again.
“That sounds important,” I said when he still didn’t check it.
“It is. It’s bets. But you’re more important.”
And I melted some more. “Handle your work. I swear I’m fine.”
He held me still. “Winslet.”
“Yes?”
“Tell me what to do so that you are fucking smiling again.”
I swallowed.
His phone kept buzzing.
Him naked would make me happy, but he was over here when he had a job to do. No one had made me feel like the most important thing in their life. Until now.
“I am happy you are here. I will be happier if you handle your work.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Fine. Only if we go to the sofa and you sit on my lap while I do it.”
All the girlie parts tingled at that suggestion.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He let go of my chin and took my hand, taking me with him as he pulled his phone out with his other hand. When he got to the sofa, he sat down, then brought me down to him. He was texting or entering something into his phone.
“Where’s your remote?” he asked me.
I leaned forward and picked it up off the coffee table, then handed it to him. He turned it on and found a game, then went back to texting on his phone while glancing up at the game, then back down. I was enjoying watching him. He looked so intent and focused. This was another part of his life I got to see.
I settled back against his chest, and his free hand rested on my thigh.
“Pull your dress up,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
I glanced up at him, and he was still typing and checking the screen.
“Why?” I asked.
His eyes cut to me. “Because I want to play with your pussy.”
He went back to what he was doing while my entire body flushed. I tugged up the dress, lifting my bottom to get it up around my waist.
“Put your heels on the seat and open your legs.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
His phone rang, and I tried to sit up, but he pulled me back. “Do what I said.”
While he was on the phone?
I looked up at him.
“Please,” he added.
I bit my lip and smiled, then leaned back on him again. When I was the way he had asked, his free hand moved from my thigh to the wet strip of fabric doing little to cover me.
“Good girl,” he praised, then slid his middle finger underneath the wet silk and cotton.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“Yeah,” he said.
I turned my head to see he had answered the phone.
His eyes were on the game. “I got it, but he’s in five right now. Not sure he can cover more than that.”