Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“I’d have chased you,” I mutter. I did chase my ex down. It took a fourteen-hour plane ride. When I arrived in our honeymoon suite, I discovered she was in bed with a rich billionaire. It makes me wonder if Maggie has someone else she’s waiting on. Except she doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman who has another man in the wings.
Maggie finishes with the mixer then sighs. “It was an arranged marriage.”
Something about her confession eases the tension in my shoulders. I hated the idea that she could be here in my cabin, thinking about and longing for another man. I want to be the only man on her mind, day and night.
I nudge the bowl of wet ingredients toward her and wait. It seems like there’s more she wants to say but she’s trying to decide if she should.
She won’t look at me as she mixes the two together. Finally, she lets out a soft sigh. “An arranged marriage probably sounds silly to most people. But it worked for my parents. They were the happiest two people I’ve ever known. So in love with each other.”
The wistful note in her voice has me thinking of my own parents. Somehow, they’ve managed to make nearly forty years of marriage look like a wonderful adventure.
She grabs the baking sheet and I pass her a spoon for dishing out the cookies. She makes quick work, filling the sheet with rounded teaspoonfuls. “They died when I was just six. But I swear I can still feel all the love between them surrounding me.”
My heart aches for a little girl growing up without her parents. “I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I was luckier than most kids. I had my grandparents and they loved me just as fiercely as my parents had. Grandma is gone now, but I still have my grandfather.”
She moves to the stove, carrying the baking sheet. She slips it into the oven. When she bends over, I have a fantasy of licking her center while those beautiful globes are in my face.
To distract myself from the overwhelming urge to give her the tongue-lashing of her lifetime, I grab the baking utensils and rinse them in the sink.
But when I turn around, she’s back on the countertop again to put away the flour. She’s shifting her weight from foot to foot, wiggling her ass. Her t-shirt has ridden high and somehow those panties aren’t covering as much over her ass as they were only seconds ago.
“You do want to be naughty,” I say as the realization settles over me. If my woman wants to play games, I’m more than happy to oblige.
6
CREW
I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. I promised that I would stay away from the red-headed pixie who fueled all of my wet dreams last night. Even when I caught sight of her watching me in the window this morning, I was still resolute.
Then I came into my kitchen and saw her in my t-shirt, something primal filling my chest at the sight of her wearing my clothes. I watched her cute round ass as she wiggled up onto the countertop.
The way those little cheeks hung out of the bottom of those panties did me in. It was straight out of last night’s fantasy, the one where I bent her across my bed and fucked her from behind while she moaned my name.
Now trailing my fingers along her legs, touching the silky skin of her thighs all I can think about is my aching cock. The scent of her arousal is hanging heavy in the air, and I know it’d only take me a couple of minutes to have her coming.
“Tell me you want to be naughty,” the words are a growl, ripped from my throat.
She licks her bottom lip, the tip of her pink tongue teasing me. There are so many things I want to do with this woman, to her hot, curvy body. I want to show her exactly how it feels to be cherished and adored. I want to play out every single one of my wicked fantasies with her.
She hasn’t said a word, so I don’t venture any higher. But I still continue to caress her thick curves, knowing they’ll fit in my palms when the time comes to spread her wide and plow into her. “Do you want the big, bad giant’s fingers touching your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”
The words prompt a needy whimper from her that nearly undoes me. “Yes,” she finally murmurs.
I run my fingers along her legs and thighs a few more times, letting the anticipation build. I want this to be good for her. Want her to be screaming my name before the morning is out.
Then because I can’t help it, I bury my face between her legs. I inhale her sweet scent, letting it intoxicate me. My cock grows even harder as her wet heat is pressed against my face, her panties the only barrier between us.