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)
When I reluctantly started to move out of the bed, he leaned one muscled forearm into the bed and leaned over until he could place his mouth on mine.
“What was that for?” I asked breathlessly as he pulled away from me.
My breathing was ragged, and he hadn’t done much more than touch his lips to mine.
“I’m happy,” he said.
I blinked.
“You’re not normally?” I asked carefully.
He shrugged.
“I am and I’m not. My life is one of murder and mayhem. It’s nice to have something in it that’s soft and understanding, and who likes spending time with me. Oh, and who’s over the age of five,” he teased.
I reached up and ran the palm of my hand over his beard.
“I can’t get enough of you. I lose my mind when you’re on top of me, but if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss breakfast,” I whispered.
He leaned down and kissed me one more time, taking me all the way down to the mattress.
His hard body pressed against mine, and it took everything I had in me not to wrap my legs around his waist.
However, he was wearing pants already, and I wasn’t sure he’d appreciate wearing a wet spot courtesy of my pussy on his pants while we ate.
The town talked as it was; there was no reason to give them any more ammunition than they already had.
“I’m considering the merits of breakfast,” I swallowed. “Are you sure you’re hungry?”
He nodded against my lips.
“Yep. Starved. Took me two hours last night to find you when I could’ve been sleeping beside you,” he informed me.
I laughed and rolled until my back was to him.
Standing up, I stretched my arms up high over my head, groaning when all of my sore muscles un-bunched and stretched out.
“Ughhhh,” I groaned. “I’m going to be dead by eight o’clock.”
Wolf got up and headed for his shirt that was across the room, but his eyes stayed on me.
Well, my breasts, not me in particular.
But I enjoyed it anyway.
“Do I have time to shower?” I asked.
He shook his head.
I rolled my eyes.
“You just want me to smell of you, don’t you?” I teased.
His brows rose.
“There something wrong with that?”
I shook my head.
“Not a damn thing.”
***
“I was being serious, you know,” I told Wolf. “I’m not working for you.”
“Just trust me,” he said. “You’ll understand why I need the help the moment you walk inside, okay?”
Rolling my eyes, I walked in the door that Wolf held open for me, then promptly blushed when I came face to face with Griffin, Wolf’s Texas Ranger partner, and another member of the MC that Wolf was a part of.
“Hello, Griffin,” I said to the large blonde Viking. “How are you and Lenore doing?”
Griffin grinned, his eyes zeroing in on the hickey on my neck.
“Fuckin’ awesome,” he replied. “And you?”
I blushed beet red and shrugged. “Been better.”
It was true.
I’d tried to sneak around and pay for breakfast with my card earlier at the diner and was promptly told by the waitress that my card had been declined.
I then had to go back to Wolf and tell him what happened.
His face had frozen, and he’d leaned over and withdrawn a couple of twenties from his pocket and placed them both on the table before standing up. Slowly. Then he’d proceeded to take my hand and drag me out of the diner with everyone and their brother watching him do it.
He’d not said a word until we’d pulled into the parking lot of his office, where he proceeded to say that I would be working there and not to argue.
Which led us to now, and my inappropriate attire for a person that was going to work at a law enforcement office.
“Wolf said you were going to file and answer phones. That true?”
I blinked, then nodded my head. “For today, anyway.”
A slight grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and I could suddenly see the hardness of his features melt away into something devastatingly handsome.
“You’ll stay if you do a good job today,” he responded.
I rolled my eyes and moved out from between the two men, freezing when I saw the state that the office was in.
“This is…disgusting,” I told them. “Don’t y’all know how to use a trash can?”
Wolf chuckled as he walked in the direction of what I assumed was his desk.
However, there were so many coffee cups, chip bags, candy wrappers and fast food containers that I wasn’t sure I would classify it as that.
Then there were the files.
Stacked at least two feet high all the way around the room.
“Where exactly are these file cabinets that you want me to file these in?” I asked the two men.
“In the back room,” Griffin said as he passed, heading to his desk, which didn’t look much better than Wolf’s.
Although it looked like he at least managed to get most of his trash into the large trashcan beside his desk, even if it looked like he hadn’t emptied it in weeks.