Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
She obliges, scooping out some more. “Would sir like the right breast or the left breast?”
“I don’t have time to waste. Slap it on both.”
She bursts into fits of giggles, and I nearly come on the spot as she coats herself. I practically shove her hand aside to make way, sucking her flesh into my mouth, humming constantly. “Unravel you boxers, god,” she whispers into my hair as I feast on her. I finish with a bite of her nipple. “Ouch.”
“Sarcasm, lady,” I grunt. Fuck, that was good. A new way to eat my vice. And another reason why she needs to be readily available to me. I check both boobs again, seeing I’ve missed a blob.
“Tasty?” she asks.
“I’m never eating it any other way.” I get that last little bit. “So now you do have to quit work because I need you to be available to lick when I please.” I lean back on the couch, licking my lips, and Ava dips, licking my nose. I’m surprised. “I thought you hated peanut butter?”
“I do, but I love your nose.” Her wrinkles as she pecks mine. “Will you do something for me?” she asks. Naturally, I’m cautious. I’ll give her anything I can. I’m just worried one day she’s going to ask me for something that I can’t give her.
“What do you want, baby?”
She considers me for a moment, perhaps getting her request straight in her head. “I want you to say yes before I ask.”
“You’ve been trying to butter me up,” I quip, flexing my hands on her hips as she places the jar down.
“That’s a crap joke.”
“Pick the jar back up, lady. We’re not done yet.”
She does as she’s bid and goes a little extra, putting some more on her boob. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” I move and lick her clean. “Now, tell me what you want.”
“You have to say yes.”
Absolutely not. She could ask me for anything. A new Mini. My blessing to work up to full term in her pregnancy. To take no time off at all, just pop the babies out and return to her precious job straight from the hospital. No. “Ava, I’m not agreeing to anything without knowing what I’m agreeing to. End of.”
“Please?” she says, taking on an unfair tactic, slipping her finger into my mouth.
“You’re adorable when you sulk.” I clean her finger. “Just tell me.”
“I want you to revoke Sam’s and Kate’s memberships to The Manor.” She hurries over her words, retreating on my lap, watching me, waiting. God love her.
“Okay,” I agree easily, dipping myself and spreading some more of my vice on her chest.
Her frown is epic. “What?”
“I said okay.” Opening my mouth, I lower and indulge some more. Jesus, finger dipping just isn’t going to cut it anymore.
“It is?”
I lift my face and take her cheeks in my hands. I could be a fucker and use this as a bargaining chip. Tell her I’ll cancel if she quits work. But . . . that would be pointless. She won’t quit. “Sam already canceled.”
Her mouth falls open. “I thought you were finally doing as you’re told.”
What’s she on about? “I always do as I’m told. Come here.” I help her up and get us on the couch, my belly full, my heart full. “Snuggle,” I breathe, as she crawls onto my chest and settles, her sigh in my neck deep. How long before she can’t lie front down on my chest? I pout. I’ll miss that. How long before I can’t get my arm around her stomach when we spoon? “Are you warm enough?” I ask, weaving my legs with hers, smiling at her sleepy hum. “I love you, lady,” I whisper. Another hum. “You’re going to be the best mummy.”
“And you the best daddy,” she murmurs, her hand stroking the area around my scar. “Thank you for my wall.”
I smile sadly. “It’s my wall, actually. So thank you.”
“Welcome. But it’s a little bit weird, all those pictures you took when I didn’t know.”
I chuckle. “I have an unhealthy obsession with you, baby,” I say, dropping a kiss into her hair, tightening my arms. “It’s old news.”
“I know,” she breathes. “I know.”
“Tell me what your diary is like tomorrow.”
“Well Mikael isn’t in it,” she quips, earning a nudge from me. Definitely not funny. “I have a lunchtime meeting with Ruth Quinn.”
“Oh, the awkward one?”
“Yeah, her. She seemed quite normal at first, friendly, you know? But she’s become a bit demanding. She called in the office repeatedly while we were away, was almost indignant that I didn’t tell her I wouldn’t be at work. I just need to get her job finished, get payment, and never work for her again.”
I don’t understand it. She doesn’t have to deal with these people. She could pick and choose her clients, do what she wants, when she wants. She likes her boss, I get it. But even Ava would have to admit, Peterson has definitely become a little less easygoing the past few weeks. In fact, since he found out about me. I sense he’s not all too happy about sharing Ava with a life outside her job. It’s a common problem. Bosses hiring young, single, child-free people. People with no responsibilities other than working and earning. Full commitment to the job.