Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” She ducks her head, and for the life of me, watching her blush makes the lust so much thicker. The shit I have done to her in the last few hours, and she can still blush?
“Why the blush, baby?”
“I know how silly it seems not to have stuff on the same plate. I guess I feel a little ridiculous and was thinking you thought it too.” She shrugs like she is used to people judging her, which is an irritation I will get into later.
“Nothing about you is silly, Taui. Nothing. You are unique, smart, magnificent, and honest. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” I rub our noses together and pick up a piece of bacon. She reaches for it, and I pull it back. “No. I am going to feed you, baby.” She leans and takes the bacon into her mouth. Her eyes close, and she moans when the smoky, sweet flavor hits her tongue. My throat gets dry watching her. I dip a piece of pancake in syrup and put it close to her lips. She opens to take it, but once again, I tease her wiping it around her already sweet lips before devouring her mouth myself.
One hand grips her hair, holding her head how I want it. She keens in my mouth, but I stop her from moving onto my lap. Fuck, stop, asshole. She needs to eat. “Bolton.” She pulls on my shirt.
“No, baby. Let’s finish breakfast.” When her plate is clean, and I am satisfied she has eaten enough, I get up from the bed, place the plates and tray on the dresser and go into the bathroom. Making sure the water is hot and the jasmine oil is in, I walk back into the bedroom and hold my hand out. “Come, baby. Let me take care of you.” So easily, she places her hand in mine and follows me.
No questions.
No hesitation.
You will never understand what that does to me.
With her trusting eyes on me, she watches me as I undress her, one item at a time, kissing each inch of her as I go. Both of her beautiful, doe eyes, those pink cheeks, her soft, plump lips, the place right above her beating heart. “Bolton, please.” Her eyes have unshed tears in them. I continue my tour of her body, paying special attention to her nipples. Sucking them in my mouth one by one, over and over, biting each of them, then releasing. “Yes,” she whispers. I can see the evidence of her body’s exaltation on her thighs, but I am determined not to take it too far.
When she has had enough, I kiss down her body, licking and biting her belly and hips.”Christ, Sassy. Do you have any idea how perfect your body is?” I can feel her body buzzing with unspent desire.
“Wh-what?” she asks, dazed.
“This body is the stuff of dreams, baby. The softness of your stomach lets me know you are going to look like a fertile Sappho portrait when you are carrying my child. And these hips prove your body was made to do it.” Lifting her, I place her in the water and wash her delicate skin. I scrub her skin using a microfiber glove so it doesn’t leave abrasions and red spots. Only I can do that. She moans and sinks into the tub when I get to her hair. Having her thick wet tresses in my hand is giving me ideas for another day.
When I am satisfied she is pampered and relaxed, I lift her out, drenching myself in the process but hardly caring. “I feel so light,” she says, snuggling into my chest in the robe I have her in.
“That was the idea, Taui. Now let me dry you off.”
“Mmmm,” she says, eyes still closed. So fucking beautiful. Finally, dried off, she is dressed, and her hair is brushed. “Thank you, Bolton, for taking care of me. No one has ever done that for me before.”
“Don’t thank me for doing my job, Taui. For doing what I was born to do, baby. That and so much more.”
CHAPTER 9
SASSY
I still can’t believe that he fucked me like that. So thoroughly and deliciously I could swear I still feel him inside me. I have never felt calmer or more loved; even though he hasn’t said it, I can feel the love in his actions. He owned parts of my body that I didn’t know existed before. I want so much more from him. I’m just not sure how to ask him to take me again. After an all-too-quick shower, we leave for work. After being around him all day, every day for two weeks, I can’t stand being away from him anymore, even though my office is only a few feet away from him; it's too far. Since that first night, four freaking days ago, he hasn’t taken me again. Oh, we’ve slept, showered, eaten, and gone to and from work together, but he hasn’t touched me again. Not like I need him too. I gather he wanted to make sure I was healed after the savagely beautiful way claimed me, but I can’t take it anymore. I watch the clock in my office like a hawk. As soon as it changes over to noon, I get up and walk to his office in a lust-induced state. His door is open, and his assistant is away from her desk, so I walk up to his door. He’s on the phone. His suit jacket is tossed over the back of the couch in the sitting area. His tie is undone and hanging from his neck. I’ve never seen him like this. He looks thoroughly unkempt.