Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Amelie.” My name coming from his lips is harsh, unlike the times he’d say it when he was buried deep inside me, a long guttural groan. “Still not ringing any bells, beautiful. The last time I came down here, this place was listed for sale through an MLS, not some damn website. I emailed the listing agent, clearly having no idea you were tied to it in any way. I’ve got no clue what you’re trying to pin on me. I’d suggest you take a breath, gather your shit, and come at me with a clear fucking head.” This is where I’m going to blame my pregnancy hormones. Who cares if I only found out about the impending baby an hour or so ago? When Boston’s voice comes out deep and demanding, my body has no damn control over itself. Adding to the display of manliness is the way I’m caged in. His forearms are braced on the brickwork on either side of my head, and the knee he has wedged between my now spread thighs only enhances my desire for him. Even if my mind is shouting at me to run away, my traitorous body is melting for him.
“Boston.” I try again, this time running everything through my head, dissecting what he’s just told me. My head tilts back, the thud harder than I would have liked. Clearly, Boston isn’t a fan of it either because he mutters, “Christ, Amelie, no need to cause brain damage.” I ignore him, though, and close my eyes, taking a deep breath, once again listening to Boston’s voice of reason. I shouldn’t feel this hit to my chest. My heart shouldn’t ache. This is who Noah Boudreaux is, yet it still surprises me.
“Boston, this property isn’t for sale. It belongs to my mother. I’m not sure what my father thought he could get away with or how he could swindle his way by selling this out from underneath a family estate, but that’s who he is.” I refuse to apologize for the rage I sicced on him. It was warranted, even if I might have been in the wrong a teeny tiny bit.
“Yeah, well, I’m figuring that out. If I let you go, are you going to knee me in the balls? I’d like to have kids one day.” That sobers me up quickly. I’m still unsure how or when I’m going to tell Boston that I’m pregnant with his child. I only know that this isn’t a secret I’ll keep from him, at least not for long.
FOUR
Boston
“We’re going to circle back to that. Now, you don’t know me, at least who I truly am. You want to get to the heart of me, I’m all for that. New Orleans is my permanent residence as of next week. The building I was hoping to lock down was for the company my brothers and I own together. The bomb I’m about to drop on you will tell you I’m not the scum beneath your shoe, lumping me in with the asshole you call your father. I’ve got one of my own, Amelie. I’m Boston Westcott, son to the biggest dick in New York, if not the entirety of New England. What I am is not him.” I take a deep breath and wedge myself further between her spread thighs. The way she had no problem giving me the in I needed with one knee, and feeling the way she settles around me, pelvis to pelvis, I’d say she still wants me, weeks later without me so much as sending a text or a phone call. There was a reason behind that, and it wasn’t the media attention. Much like Amelie’s father, an asshole in his own way, Governor Wescott would hang her out to dry, reveal her deepest, darkest secret, exposing her until there’s nothing left but the shell of the woman, all in order to reel my ass into his three-ring circus of political bullshit.
“Oh fuck,” she sighs as my cock notches along the heart of her, searing me with her heat. Her white linen shorts would be so easy to divest her of. One pull of the strings, a shimmy of her hips, and she’d be bare. It’s a temptation. Too bad my consciousness is tugging at me to step away, to lose the sweet woman I’m pressed against, for the time being.
“Yeah, beautiful. It seems we’ve got more to talk about. Maybe against your great-grandparents’ building isn’t the right place, and out here in the open isn’t the right time.” I move, hands leaving the warm brick and going to Amelie’s hips, gripping them like I have many times before. The edge of her shirt lifts up, giving me the smooth skin of her mid drift. Unable to resist the lure, my thumbs sweep across the light tone against my darker. Damn, my cock is aching to get back inside Amelie’s tight little body.