Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Ghost only spins me away half an inch before Kirill says, “We will start festivities tomorrow.”
“Why the hurry?” Ghost asks, his tone high with suspicion.
Kirill’s eyes drop to my nonexistent stomach for the hundredth time tonight. “Eight months will fly by, and we have a lot of steps to put into play between now and then.” Over explaining himself to a man he believes is beneath him, he lifts his eyes to mine and says matter-of-factly, “See you tomorrow, Anastasia.”
I farewell him with a chin dip before leading Ghost’s exit of the room. It looks like he’s in charge, but it is my eagerness to leave doubling the length of his strides.
“That guy gives me the goddamn creeps!” I blurt out the instant we are in the safety of Ghost’s office. I shake off the unease that won’t stop trekking through my veins before spinning to face Ghost, who appears more pissed than weirded out. “What are you thinking?”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he slots his ass into his seat, pulls it in close to his desk, then brings up a report encrypted deep into his laptop files. It looks like the HCG study the professor wanted me to participate in. It shows lines of positive HCG tests, one negative, then another long line of positives.
“It’s because she only forgot about the canisters once, right?”
I’m lost as to what he’s asking me. I’m not even sure he’s seeking answers from me. He more appears to be talking to himself, but before I can clarify, his office doors open, and Alek steps inside.
He’s clearly missed the tension because with a grin as big as the moon, and his holler far too loud for the late hour, he races across the room, lifts me off the floor with a one-handed butt grab, then pins me to the wall to kiss the living hell out of me.
I’m not talking one of those sloppy, messy embraces that makes a mess of your face. I’m talking a heart-pumping, blood-pressure-rising kiss that drenches your panties and makes your worries insignificant. It is a kiss to rival all kisses, and by the time it’s done, Ghost is no longer in his office, and I don’t care who may walk in on us.
I want Alek more than I’ve craved anything in my life, and I am going to get my man.
“I need you naked like yesterday,” I force out through the greedy, needy throb of my clit that’s controlling every nerve in my body.
I’m so desperate, I’m clawing at his chest, dying to feel the heat of his skin under my hand.
Mercifully, Alek is just as impatient. After shredding my panties and slipping them into the pocket of his trouser suit, he adjusts his grip on my ass before pulling down his pants.
“Yesss…” I murmur on a moan when he pushes the head of his cock in an inch.
“Ah… fuck, драгоценный. You’re not ready. I’ll fucking tear you.”
I’m about to tell him I’ll happily face the pain if it will take care of the intense sensation roaring through me, but before I can, he walks us to the couch in Ghost’s office like his pants aren’t huddled around his feet before he splays me across the cool leather material.
Alek’s eyes burn with lust when he lifts my dress so it sits around my midsection. “Fuck, драгоценный. How can you be so damn wet yet still so tight.” He scoops up some of the glistening wetness around my folds then uses it as a lubricant to stuff two fingers inside me. “I love how wet my kisses make you, how fucking hungry.” He widens and spreads me by scissoring his fingers while keeping his hooded eyes locked on my flushed face. “But not as much as I fucking love you. You drive me crazy, драгоценный. You are still my biggest headache to date, but I wasn’t living without you. I was barely functioning.”
As he presses on the spot inside me that makes my head blur with lust, he shifts his eyes from my face to the gigantic rock on my hand. “I bought that the day you left. Said if you ever returned, I’d give it to you.” I quiver out a long, breathy moan when he squashes the base of his palm against my clit and swivels it. “I was beginning to think it would never happen.” My ass lifts from the sofa when his most basic touch sets me on fire. “Now here you are pregnant with my kid.” A beg sits at my lips when he murmurs with a grin, “I bet you taste even sweeter now.”
When he scoots back, my knees naturally spread, but he pushes them wider with his spare hand, ensuring he can’t miss my body’s response to his fingers pumping in and out of me. “I’m going to watch you come like this, then you’re going to come on my face.”