Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Why did it have to be her billionaire boss of all people?
Memories of last night suddenly flashed before her eyes, and Emmy started fanning her face.
Stop being so dirty, brain!
But it was no use, with her mind hell-bent on reminding her of how her boss had sucked oh so hungrily on her tongue.
Her nipples.
And—-
Stop, stop, stop!
But still her mind insisted on replaying the instance she had experienced the most excruciating sense of pleasure, and that was when her boss had driven hard and deep inside of her, ahis impossibly massive cock thrusting past the thin barrier of her virginity like it knew her innocence had always been his to claim.
Why are you doing this, brain?
Emmy's toes curled inside her sneakers as she found herself helplessly remembering the dizzyingly delicious feel of his member swelling inside of her.
Her cheeks burned hotter as she remained a hapless captive of last night's memories, and she recalled how it felt to have her boss pounding into her again and again with his cock.
This is insane. Completely insane. I can't believe I'm making myself wet...and on a public bus at that!
She heard the bus doors swing shut, and relief rocked her body as she gratefully reached for the handlebar above her head.
Finally, thank goodness.
She had enough of this mental addiction to sex, and the sooner she got to the ranch, the sooner she could start feeling normal again. She could lose herself in her work like usual, and—-
"Good morning, wife," a silkily familiar voice whispered into her ear just as the bus hurtled into motion, and the combined shock had Emmy losing her grip on the handlebar and falling...against someone's extremely hard chest.
She looked up, and a pair of equally familiar dark eyes immediately captured her gaze.
"You ran away again."
Emmy's breath whooshed out of her at the unexpected softness of his tone. She didn't even realize she had been dreading his reaction until that moment, and it was in that instant everything became suddenly, wonderfully, and fearfully clear.
This man had every right to feel angry and offended, maybe even demand for an annulment and look for another mail-order bride.
But with every stance she had run away, he had instead chosen to come after her.
That was the kind of man her billionaire boss was, and he...
He's my husband, Emmy found herself acknowledging dazedly once again, but this time the precious bit of truth had her heart feel like it was about to burst.
"I'm sorry," Emmy said shakily. "This is the last time, I promise."
"While you do sound sincere enough..."
"I am," she vowed earnestly.
"An apology alone won't quite cut it, I'm afraid."
The flash of wickedness in his gaze was her only warning, and she hadn't even time to gasp. The next thing she knew, he had already pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her until every inch of their bodies were pressed against each other, and there was no way for her to escape the feel of his fully erect cock throbbing against her belly.
Her eyes flew up to him in shock, but her husband only flashed a lazy smile in response.
"You can think of this as punishment," he murmured, "but considering how hard your nipples already are—-"
The color in her cheeks deepened as his words made her belatedly notice how her breasts had suddenly grown heavy and swollen, and oh dear heavens, the way her nipples were protruding so shamelessly against the unpadded cups of her bra was just...
Aaargh.
Her husband bent his head, and Emmy could only bite back a whimper as he whispered into her ear.
"This will be more like foreplay, isn't it?"
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
He had her so confused and overwhelmed, her panties soaking wet by the feel of his cock throbbing against her belly, and her breasts aching so hard she felt as if she would die if she didn't feel his hands and mouth on them soon.
She looked up, and oh, oh, oh...
It suddenly struck her, just how beautiful this man was, and when she thought about how this same man was her husband, and how he had never tired of going after her time and time again—-
"I want you, Rowland."
The whispered words simply tumbled out of her mouth, but Emmy realized she didn't want to take them back.
Because she meant every word.
She wanted him so, so much, and when she heard him suck his breath and saw how his dark gaze turned almost savage with hunger—-
"You little tease..."
His voice was rough, but its sound only made her belly tighten with need.
"I should've known you'd find a way to punish me, too."
Her eyes widened. "But I didn't—-"
She forgot what else she had to say as her husband suddenly cupped her face and took her mouth in a scorching hot kiss.
Ooooooh!
Her knees immediately buckled, but her husband's arms around her kept her from falling, and she stopped thinking once again as his tongue drove inside her mouth.