Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
In Teleios, food carts located along the boardwalk were open round the clock, but even if they hadn’t been, he knew he would have gone knocking on the owner’s front door if he had to. The thought had him gnashing, a part of Kyr intensely disliking the way Pollyanna had him doing like tricks like a toy dog. His home employed a full-time Cordon Bleu chef, his kitchen had a massive variety of food in the pantry, and it had to be this she was craving.
And he had gone and bought her for it!
After a brief knock, he opened the door and found his wife standing next to the windows. She had seen him then, he thought.
“Your order, madam,” Kyr said, adding sarcastically, “Anything else you’d like?”
She shook her head.
He started to take a step inside the room.
Pollyanna said, “I don’t want it anymore.”
Kyr froze.
“I want the avocado ice cream from Maggie’s,” his wife declared, naming yet another local food cart found only in Teleios’ famed boardwalk. “And you can’t come in until you get that for me.”
Kyr exploded, “Why, you ungrateful little—-”
Her face paled, and he saw Pollyanna cover her tummy with both hands, as if not wanting their unborn children to hear him.
Ah, dammit.
He broke off, closed his eyes, and counted until ten. His temper was still far from spent, but Kyr managed to keep his voice level as he took out his phone and called one of his bodyguards.
Eyes boring through his wife’s, he told the man to buy all the flavors of ice cream from Maggie’s.
“All of it, sir?”
Having no trouble hearing the bodyguard’s loud and incredulous response, Pollyanna couldn’t stop herself from flushing. Orion’s tone seemed to question his boss’ sanity, and hearing it was like having a bucket of cold water thrown at her.
Oh. Dear. Lord.
What was happening to her?
“Yes, all of it,” she heard her husband say, and his extremely dry voice made Pollyanna cringe.
“And while you’re there, see if you can find a sports good store, too.”
Pollyanna blinked. Had she asked for that, too?
“Yes, drop by if you can. I seemed to have lost my balls right now, so I need to buy myself a pair.”
Pollyanna released a mortified moan. Dear Lord, what was it with this pregnancy that made her demand the most insane things from Kyr? And the way she had been treating him in front of his staff? She was lucky he hadn’t killed her yet.
When her husband reached out to lift her up in his arms, she didn’t hesitate. Throwing her arms around him, she said with a sniff, “I’m sorry for being such a B-word.”
He suppressed a smile. “You know you’re old enough to say the, err, B-word, don’t you?”
“I know,” she said, still sniffing. “But I don’t want them to hear me say things like that.” Hugging him more tightly, she said morosely, “You’re going to divorce me before the twins come out.”
He laughed as he laid her gently on the bed. “Probably.” Ignoring her hurt look, he began to dispense his wife of her nightgown, saying musingly, “Pregnancy’s supposed to make women nicer and sweeter, but with you...” He looked down at her wonderingly. “It’s turned you into a monstrous little termagant.”
“I don’t know what the last word means, and I think it’s unfair you speak better English than I do when you’re Greek, but whatever it is, it sounds horribly untrue.”
He was already grinning even before she finished speaking, and his hands hadn’t stopped moving that by the time she ended to draw an indignant breath, she was already naked, and he was down to his briefs.
But then that sexy piece of black silk disappeared, too, and Pollyanna became dry-mouthed. She forgot about being hurt and mad, and all she could think of was, How did I get so lucky?
Kyrillos Gazis was so, so beautiful.
He was chiseled to perfection everywhere. Those sculpted cheekbones, those magnificently broad shoulders, his washboard abs, and oh dear Lord, that cock of his—-
She had never had a chance to watch any porn, but she had a feeling if she did, her Greek husband could more than compete in terms of length and size and—-
“Done staring?”
She realized belatedly he had been watching her stare at him, and she couldn’t stop herself from turning red.
Still smirking, he lowered himself to her, and his eyes capturing hers, he reached down and traced her folds. She trembled violently, her lips parting in need.
“You want me,” he murmured in husky satisfaction.
She gave him a small nod.
“How much?” When her eyes only widened, he lifted his hand, taunting, “I won’t touch you if you don’t say it.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “So much.”
“You know how I want you to say it.” He started stroking her folds again.
Oh.
The pleasure was so exquisite, she knew she would die if it stopped. So she forced herself to say, “I n-need your cock inside of me.” Her face burst into flames as the words came out.