The Wolf and the Sheep Read online Penelope Sky (Wolf #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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She must have followed me to my bedroom because Abigail wouldn’t have brought her here without my permission. We’d shared several kisses throughout the night, and I suspected that was why she was here now. She hated me, but not enough to ignore the chemistry between us.

She stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

I’d never intended to pursue a physical relationship with her, but if she wanted to fuck, I wouldn’t say no.

A man didn’t say no to easy pussy.

She walked up to me, her blue eyes so damn bright. Her emotions were easy to read because she had the most hypnotic expression. She had men in her bed because she could get any man she wanted. With those full lips and nice tits, her admirers probably jerked off to her every night.

My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed her. My lips felt hers, but this time, it wasn’t for show. My fingers found her slender neck, and I caressed the skin as I cradled her head and deepened the kiss, thinking about how I wanted to fuck her. She probably had a nice ass—but those tits were gorgeous.

She pressed her hands against my hard chest and pulled away. “That’s not why I came here…” She licked her lips and dropped her gaze, like she was embarrassed she’d misled me.

I wasn’t embarrassed I’d made the wrong assumption. I was annoyed I wasn’t getting sex tonight. “Then why are you here? Don’t barge into my room like that.”

“I knocked…”

“Then don’t come to my door again. I’m not in the mood to talk. If you want to fuck, take off your clothes and get on the bed. If you came here for a chat, get the fuck out. I’ve already done enough for you. I don’t need to put up with this shit.”

She stilled in front of me as if she couldn’t believe my outburst. “My father is asleep, and I can’t find Abigail.” She turned around and showed me the back of her wedding dress. “I can’t get this off by myself, so I thought you could help me. But since that doesn’t fit into your two categories, I’ll just go. I’d rather sleep in this thing instead.” She marched to the door, her head held high with rage.

I didn’t feel bad for my outburst, but I did feel bad that she would have to sleep in that stiff gown on her wedding night. A woman never struggled to get her dress off on her wedding night…because her husband would always happily remove it.

I was her husband now. “Get back in here.”

She stopped in the doorway and slowly looked at me over her shoulder. Normally, she would march off, but any extra time in that skintight dress was probably unbearable.

“Now.” With my bare feet hitting the hardwood floor, I stepped closer to her. My bedroom was nice and cool, a break from the heat outside. I could feel the cool air brush over my bare skin.

She stared at me for another moment before she returned to me, her dress dragging along the floor because she must have slipped off her heels in her bedroom. She walked up to me, glanced at my hard chest, and then turned around.

I stared at the thirty-six buttons and sighed. She never would have been able to get this off without me, not even with a pair of scissors or a knife. My hand moved under her neck and gently pulled the hair away, a waft of her perfume hitting my nose. My fingers started at the top, and I unbuttoned the very first one, seeing the dress give just a smidge with the release. My fingers kept going, undoing one after another.

She was silent as she waited for me to finish, not interested in making conversation after my outburst.

I kept working, the fabric slowly coming apart and revealing more of her bare skin. Her straight spine was flanked by two sets of muscles, her fair skin unblemished and beautiful. There wasn’t even a freckle in sight. She was completely smooth, untouched. I stared at her back as I went lower and lower, moving to the top of her ass. I couldn’t see her top of her underwear yet, but if I kept going, I eventually would.

When the back of her dress was loose, she gripped the front and kept it pinned to her chest. “Thank you.” She didn’t give me another look as she headed to my bedroom door and walked out.

I stared out the open door even though she was long gone. Now my slacks were tight and uncomfortable because of the enormous bulge right in the front of my pants. I could feel the pulse in my dick as the desire ran through my veins. Something about that gorgeous skin made me white-hot. The sight of the outline of her tits, the way her spine curved so deep at the base, the way her skin erupted in bumps as the cool air brushed against her skin…it all aroused me.


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