Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
It was when I tried to place my hand on Wolf’s face that I realized my hands were still tied to my bra. Kind of. It’d broken at some point, and when he released me from the headboard, the thin piece of material that’d broken off the main part of my bra was still dangling from my wrist.
“You’re going to have to buy me a new bra,” I told him as I untangled my hands and sat up.
Wolf’s hands started to roam as I rubbed the circulation back into my hands, and I gave him a glare.
“No,” I said. “I’m tired.”
He chuckled and rolled.
My back hit the bed and he hiked my hips up wide, grinding his cock into my pussy as he did.
“Don’t,” I whispered.
He dipped the tip of his cock back inside of me, and my neck arched as my body practically begged to have him back inside.
“Please,” I whispered.
I couldn’t figure out whether I was asking him to get off of me, or get me off. Regardless, I was ready for him to do something.
He did.
He ripped off the condom and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor beside the bed.
Then he rolled us one last time, and I was now curled into his body, head on his chest. One foot was wrapped around his legs, and one hand was resting high in the middle of his chest. My casted hand was up high between our bodies resting on the pillows.
The position would’ve been awkward had Wolf not seemed just as sated and comfortable as I was.
I was happy. Comfortable. And oh, so sleepy.
In fact, I was so comfortable and sleepy that I was literally on the verge of falling back asleep when he had to go and open his big mouth.
Chapter 11
A lot of people are only alive because I shed too much hair to get away with murder.
-Everyday women problems
Raven
“You’ll stay with me,” Wolf said abruptly, turning his head to face me.
I shook my head.
“I can’t stay with you. I have a couple renting my place right now, but I’ll go home as soon as I give them the notice that I promised to give,” I said. “And these sheets are so soft.”
To prove my point, I rubbed my face in the sheets, and then transferred my face to Wolf’s chest.
Wolf’s hairy chest.
“The sheets are so much softer,” I informed him.
He snorted and pushed me off, picking up the discarded condom from the floor and dropping it in the waste paper basket right next to the desk before heading to the bathroom.
“That’s gross,” I told him. “You need to take that and wrap it up in some toilet paper. Then flush it.”
He shut the door on me and did his business, and I laid back and snuggled into the bed while I waited for him to come back.
I was sexually satisfied, tired, and full.
That was the perfect combination for a full eight hours of sleep, had Wolf let me close my eyes for more than five seconds.
“Do you want to go get breakfast?” he called after I heard the toilet flush.
“No,” I murmured, getting more comfortable by reaching for the sheet and pulling it up and over my head.
The light from the nightstand was interrupting my ability to fall asleep.
If I could just get up and block out the light…
“Ack!” I squawked when Wolf fell down onto the bed beside my prone body, propelling me inches into the air before I landed back down in my previous position. “What the hell, man?”
Wolf chuckled as he yanked the sheet away and tossed it to the floor.
“You can sleep in my thousand thread count sheets,” he said. “Later.”
“I don’t want to do it later. I want to do it now. It’s still dark out,” I informed him, pointing to the windows where there was absolutely no sun shining through the slats of the blinds.
“Those are blackout curtains,” he told me, getting up and yanking the window open. “See?”
I flinched at the sun that was peeking up over the clouds, and groaned.
“Please,” I whined. “I only need an hour tops.”
“It’s already seven. I slept beside you for four hours before I woke you. I have to be at the office at nine, and if I hurry I can drop you at my place and we can get breakfast,” he said.
“I have to find a job,” I told him.
“Come work at the office,” he offered. “I need someone to do the filing and answer phones, besides me. You can even bring your dog with you.”
I gave him a look, but it was lost on him since he wasn’t looking at me.
Instead he was looking down the plane of his chest and belly as he buttoned his jeans.
“I have to suck in when I button my pants,” I said.
He looked up and grinned at me but wisely chose not to comment on that statement.