Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Well, badgering Sable into coming to work for you is not going to convince her. How about we come up with an offer, clearly outlined with benefits, pay, and the possibility of moving up? I’ll present it to her. I guarantee she won’t be able to resist.” She spreads her legs for me as I come to stand in front of her. The fabric of the pretty dress she put on this morning is the only thing standing in the way of what I want. My hands slide along the top of her thighs, thumbs sweeping the insides with each passing inch.
“Beauty and brains, the woman I love has it all.” The tips of my fingers hit nothing but skin, meaning Fawn is missing one very valuable piece of clothing, one I know she put on this morning when I woke her up before leaving the house to head to Four Brothers. “Doe, you want to tell me why you have nothing on beneath your dress?” She places her palms flat on the counter, lifting her ass up for me to continue taking the dress off my woman’s body. “Christ.” My eyes laser-focus on her bare pussy. She spreads her legs further apart, opening herself wider for me. I lick my lips knowing her taste is going to be mine, and soon.
“Seeing as how I’m clever, easy access seemed like the smartest thing to do.” She lifts her arms, allowing me to take her dress off just as easily. A low groan leaves me at seeing more of her soft skin, and when the undersides of her tits come into view, I realize she has absolutely nothing on beneath her dress.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat, greediness taking over at the thought anyone could get a glance at the beauty before me. “I should take my hand to your ass. What if you bent over and someone got a glance of all this sweetness?” I drop the dress, hands moving to the globes of her ass, pulling her closer to the edge. Fawn loops her arms around my neck, fingers playing with my hair like she didn’t have them there in the early hours of the morning when she had no problem using her hands to press me closer to her cunt as I licked up the wetness, taking her to the edge only to back off, wanting her to come right along with me.
“I’d enjoy it, and you know it,” she mutters, still not responding to my admittance of loving her. Instead, my Doe is playing coy. That’s okay because I’ll pry it out of her.
“We’ll see about that.” My mouth lands on hers. Her soft moan has her opening, and my tongue slides in, dominating the kiss. Exactly how we both like it, I take, and she gives. My hand moves from her ass and cups her tit, thumb and finger pinching and pulling at the distended tip. Her hips rock into me, trying to get off while I’m not inside her. Fuck no, that is not happening. I pull back. She’s yet to give me the words I want to hear, and while I’d love nothing more than to fuck her thoroughly on top of the counter, I want her words first. “You’re not coming yet. Not until you give me the words first.” She’s said it one other time, when she was slowly drifting to sleep, her cheek settled on my heart as she murmured what I mean to her. Now I want to hear the words while she is wide awake.
“Sly.” She’s completely bare to my fully clothed, flush from head to toe, hair tousled from undressing her.
“Words, Doe, I want to hear them. I already know you love me. Now I want the words coming from your lips.” I step back, taking my hands off her sexy-as-fuck body. My cock is pissed at me for not stripping myself bare and sliding inside her tight, wet heat. Fawn’s hands reach out toward me, but I shake my head no. If I so much as get close to her again, I’ll say fuck it and take her on the damn counter without hearing those three words.
“You didn’t even say them to me yet, circumventing them like the lawyer you are. No way. I’m onto you, Sylvester Sterling.” She places her hands on her hips. My gaze lowers to her chest, breasts that fit perfectly in the palms of my hands, the light bounce with the way she is fighting fire with fire.
“I heard you tell me you love me in your sleep, Fawn. You’ve got to know by now that I love you. It’s as easy as breathing. You were fucking made for me, and I was made for you,” I declare what she means to me. This woman owns my whole damn being while sitting on my kitchen counter, naked, ready, and willing. Fawn is practically moved in—clothes, accessories, makeup, headphones, and magazines of hers linger here and there. My once barren place is now more lived in, an effect from the woman who has still yet to give me the three words I want, no, need to fucking hear.