Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“I’d rather open this gift,” I growl as I fall to my knees and push her knees apart. I growl as she slides her hand into my hair and tugs.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet. Down boy.” Her hand slides away though briefly cups my cheek. “Open your gift. Please?”
I pull the string and tear off the paper in haste.
“You bought me a knife?” I let my gaze wander over her, bold and possessive.
“I see you’re getting the picture,” she purrs, pressing back against the bed. “Only, instead of that tiny, white bikini, you’ll have to cut off my Spanx.”
“What the fuck are Spanx?”
“Knickers made from the same stuff as trampolines. And it’s all your fault for having so much food in the house. You’re making me fat.”
I give a long-suffering shake of my head. “You’re fucking adorable. And if you were twice the size, there would just be more of you to love.” I take her hand and pull. “Now take off your fucking dress,” I say as she stands.
One shoulder, then two, it slips and hits the floor in a shimmering pool.
“Lavender.” My hand folds around her hips, my thumb hooking under the string of her tiny white bikini. Lush and ripe and so fucking beautiful. “When you commit to an idea, you really commit.”
“I do,” she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes. “I really do. Forever, Raif. I hope you know that.”
“Princess, I—”
“Not now, eh? With that lot in the garden, we won’t get long. I need you.”
One flick, and the blade opens. One schnick and I’m eye level with her tits. She moans as I press the flat of the blade to her hard nipple.
“Careful.”
“Always.” Wrapping my arm around her, I use my tongue. Heat following cold steel.
“God, yes.” Her fingers curl around my shoulder. “I should’ve brought champagne.”
“Later, princess. This is just a taster.”
Another swipe of the knife, and she’s bare before me. And I’m pushing her back to the bench, spreading my obsession wide, my tongue honed between her legs. Grunting against her as she fastens her hand in my hair.
“I hadn’t meant—oh, God, Rita,” she moans. “Do that again.”
So I do, sucking on her clit like it’s a hard candy, fucking her with my fingers until she’s crying out and shuddering against me.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, pushing at my head. “Stop, please. That was intense.”
“That was us,” I correct, pressing a kiss to her thigh. “Think we have time to…”
“Swap,” she says, clambering from the bench. “It’s my turn.”
I laugh as she pushes me down. Curse as she reaches for my zipper.
“The things you said.” Her eyes meet mine, her fingers curled around me. “They were truly beautiful.”
“Like you.” I touch her pink cheek. Slide back her hair, my cock hard and ruddy, a blunt pointer between us. “You’re my world.”
“Stop, you’ll make me cry again.” She inhales a shaky breath. “I love you, Raif.”
“I know, princess. I love you, too.”
“And I thought about showing you how.”
“Oh?” I say, quirking an inquisitive brow.
“Yeah. I was thinking through interpretive dance.”
I chuckle at her expression. No one would buy that as serious.
“But I decided to show you through a blow job instead.”
“Dance is good. But blowing is excellent,” I say, leaning back in preparation. Then jumping forward again, and throwing Lavender’s dress over her back as the door bursts open.
Shit. Didn’t I turn the lock?
Fucking Milo!
“In here, Daisy!” Milo yells over his shoulder, completely unperturbed. “I told you they sneaked off to make you a baby.”
“Milo!” Whit’s voice angrily calls. “What have I told you about closed doors?”
“That I’m not ’posed to come in. But then I wouldn’t know anything.”
Under her dress, Lavender giggles, her hands a modesty shield for my cock.
“Milo, you’re a menace!”
Thankfully, Whit doesn’t appear.
“But it’s true, Daddy. Auntie Lala was just about to suck a baby out of Uncle Raif’s—”
“Belly button,” his father says as, like a shepherd’s crook in vaudeville, an arm swipes out, whipping the kid from view.”
“That’s what I was gunna say!” the little shit complains. “That’s where babies come, stoopid!”