Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I grunt, coming all over myself. What has this woman done to me? She melts under me, her body giving soft jerks as I lick up the rest of her orgasm. A happy smile lights up her face, her eyes closed.
I kiss her clit, making her body jerk again before I pull her panties back into place. I should get up and clean myself, but I don’t give a shit right now. I crawl back up her body, giving her another kiss. I want her to taste herself on me. I gave her that pleasure.
It’s only the beginning of the things I plan on doing to her body.
8
Marley
I roll over, expecting to find Saint, but instead I find a giant dog staring at me. “Bear.” I wrap my arms around him, giving him a morning hug. I squeak and let go when I realize I’m pretty much naked. “Sorry, Bear.”
I jump from the bed, going into the bathroom. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I’m almost happy Saint wasn’t in bed with me. I see a brand-new toothbrush and a few other supplies for me to use laid out next to the sink. I smile, opening the toothbrush and using it before I jump in the shower to rinse off.
All I can think about is what happened last night before we went to bed. I still can’t believe we’d done that. Hell, I still can’t believe I’m here in Saint’s home, in his bathroom on Christmas Eve.
Still my mind starts to get the best of me. Should he have tried for more? He said he wanted to fuck me but stopped short of that. I hadn’t returned the favor either. He might have changed his mind about all this. Is that why he wasn’t in bed this morning? I know I’m overthinking everything, but that still doesn’t put me at ease.
Gah! I grab the towel, stepping out of the shower. I don’t know why I do this to myself. I dry off and remember I don’t actually have anything to wear besides my uniform. Saint destroyed the shirt he gave me when he tore it open. When I enter back into the bedroom, there is still no sign of Saint.
I’m guessing he won’t care if I snag another one of his shirts since he gave me one yesterday. I hope he has some boxers or something I can borrow as well. I don’t want to put my panties back on. I open one of the drawers in his giant walk-in closet, hoping to find some kind of bottoms but freeze when I see what are clearly girls' clothes. I instantly feel sick to my stomach at the thought of him having someone else.
I pull out the pretty red pajama set and stare at it. Saint hasn’t lived here that long. I’ve never seen anyone else out here the many times I’ve been here. I suppose that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have visitors. Oh God, this is a vacation home. For all I know, he could have a whole life somewhere else.
If I thought my mind got the best of me before, I was so wrong. I start to conjure up a whole scenario, including him having a wife and kids. I mean, this vacation home is pretty dang big for a single person. I haven’t really explored many of the other rooms in the house. I could peek in them and see if they’re kids' rooms. For all I know he had plans for his family to come out but they got derailed before the storm. That’s why he already had all the Christmas stuff.
“I can explain that.” I swirl around to see Saint standing in the doorway to the closet.
“You’re married.” I fling the clothes in my hand at him.
“No!” He sets the coffee cup he’s holding in his hand down.
“You’ve got a girlfriend or lover who comes here?” I go for another pair of pajamas. These ones have cute little kittens on them. They’re adorable. Still, I throw them at him too. He easily catches them in midair.
“No, I don’t think another woman has ever been in here to be honest with you.”
“Oh,” I look down to see yet another set of cute holiday pajamas. “Are they yours then? I mean, there is totally nothing wrong with that.”
“They’re not mine, gorgeous.” He smiles. That’s a new one. He hasn’t called me that one yet. “I saw them and they reminded me of you, so I bought them. I was going to give them to you as a gift, but then you were here so I put them in here so you’d have something to wear.”
Everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours has been so unpredictable that I shouldn’t even be surprised that this man had bought me pajamas. I may not know Saint that well, but I don’t think he’s a liar. He’s the type of man that would shoot it to you straight even if it was something you didn’t want to hear.