Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Oh, right,” she says with a teasing lilt in her voice. The fabric of her workout outfit whispers against her perfect skin as I pull her leggings down to expose her tight ass, barely covered with a teeny wisp of a thong.
When I place my palm on her skin, she shivers. I caress first one cheek, then the other, taking my time. I know how she is. I know how to make her wet for me.
I palm her ass firmly, building the anticipation while I lecture her.
“When you talk to others about your husband, don’t you think the right thing to do is to be respectful? Tell me.”
“Yes, of course,” she says, nodding. Her cheeks are flushed from her anticipation and her head-down position over my lap. “I was only teasing.”
The first slap lands and she hisses in a breath. She fucking loves this. “Good. I’m glad to hear that,” I tell her, right before I deliver a second smack, then a third. “You should behave yourself,” I warn. “I’ve given you time to get used to things.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I give her another slap. “Watch that tone.”
I spank her until her skin is bright pink and red hot to the touch. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Have I?” she whispers, parting her legs as if to welcome me.
“Jesus, how am I supposed to get any work done under these conditions? I want to be sure you’re going to behave yourself.”
“Of course I am.”
“Are you going to obey me?”
“Mmmm.”
“Good. Then stay over my lap.”
“Aleks!” There’s so much I want to do to her, but I’ve treaded lightly. Our first night together indicated to me how afraid she was of being touched. I won’t use her or abuse her in any way.
“Are you ready to make it up to me?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“Good girl.” I massage her reddened skin. I slap her inner thigh. “Open.”
I’m hard as fuck when I finger her pussy. I relish the way she moans over my lap. I slick my fingers in her wetness and drag the tips across her swollen clit. “You liked your spanking, didn’t you?”
She squirms and moans in response. I’ve got a raging hard-on as I finger her pretty pussy until she arches her back and comes.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I give her perfect ass a parting slap. “Go get ready. I’m ordering lunch. You’ll eat in here with me.”
She leans in, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright, and gives me a kiss.
I kiss her back until she melts against me. I send her to get a shower while I walk to the kitchen and start to think about what dinner could be.
Once I’ve taken stock of what we have on hand, I pause to call Mikhail. He tells me Aria’s on the phone with her midwife.
“Why? Everything okay? Any news?”
“Any day now.” He’s so high-strung and worried, but they’ll be fine.
Half an hour later, Harper’s perched on a stool in the kitchen, nursing a glass of wine. “You’re going to make me an alcoholic,” she says with a laugh.
“Doesn’t look like you need much assistance.”
“Hey!”
I shrug. “You walked right into that one.”
I pause in front of the open fridge, a package of steak in one hand. “What are you wearing?”
She looks down at her clothes as if to remind herself. Tiny ivory shorts and a matching top.
“This is a lounge outfit.”
“Looks easy to take off, which is all I care about.”
“Of course that’s all you care about.” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s pleased. Slowly, we’re getting a bit more used to each other, though we still have a ways to go.
She takes another sip before setting her wineglass down. Even though we’re married, it feels like we’re dating. We’re still testing the waters.
“I’m curious.”
“Mmm?”
“What’s on the roof?”
I put the steak back in the fridge and shut the door. I’ve never taken anyone up on the roof before. It’s my secret place.
“You want to see?”
It’s finally warmed up a bit though it’s still not exactly balmy out.
“I do. I’ve wanted to, so badly, ever since I heard one of your guards talking to another one about it the day I came here.”
Everyone’s jealous of my roof.
“Come on.”
I open the door in the kitchen that leads to the pantry, then show her where a trap door’s hidden in the wall. “This is how you access the roof.”
When the panel opens under my palm, she lets out an audible gasp. “No way. It’s like a secret compartment or something.”
“Yeah.”
We walk up the stairs.
The early evening chill when we reach the roof makes her shiver. I shrug off my sweatshirt and drape it over her shoulders, but I think she hardly notices.
“Oh my God. Aleks— this is... How did I not know this was here?”
I shrug. “Because I don’t tell a lot of people. In my family, we don’t have a lot of privacy. This is mine.”