Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Yes. To. Bed. You need sleep, my darling.” I swiftly swing her into my arms and turn off the lights downstairs as I carry her to our bedroom. Everything can wait until tomorrow. My woman needs her rest. Stripping her down, I do my best to keep my arousal at bay and then slide one of my T-shirts over her body.
“I have a nightgown somewhere,” she mutters.
“I know, but I like seeing you in my shirts.” I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me as we go into the bathroom and handle our nighttime routine. “Here you go.” It’s a pink toothbrush that matches mine. “I’ve been dreaming about you for six months, so I started grabbing random things that we’d both need when I went to the store.”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect and adorable.” After we brush, I carry my sleepy woman to bed, tucking her in and then cradling her to my side. I’ve never felt so damn content, and sleep comes in a heartbeat.
7
Maria
We wake up super early, so early the sun isn’t even out, and Turner's already on the phone with his mother. He's pacing back and forth as the tension rips through him. His assistant just went into labor, and there's still a few last-minute issues to be handled.
I stand in his path so he’s forced to stop or collide with me. When he finally does pump the brakes, I offer my services. "I can help wherever you need. As of right now, I'm kind of unemployed."
He pulls me close and presses a kiss to the crown of my head and then tips my chin to look at him. "Thank you, but you're not unemployed. You own an entire ski resort. I can use your help, going over her notes and making sure the checklist she has is completed. Daphne's an extremely organized person, so it's all in one place, neatly updated every few hours."
"Okay. I'm sure I can manage just fine. Let's get ready and to work before we get carried away with other things,” I whisper, rubbing his growing erection. Hell, I’m not sure if he’s ready to go all the time or not. I’m going to have to pay attention. Even that thought has me horny as hell again.
“I want to get carried away with you, Maria, but I do have to go to work and I could really use your help. I feel terrible putting this on you. You're supposed to be resting."
"I know we haven't been getting much sleep, but we will tonight." I climb out of bed and slip on my robe before going into the bathroom. I'm not trying to get him riled up. The second he sees too much skin, he's instantly aroused. I wash quickly, brushing my teeth and hair before he has a chance to run a hole in the floor with his pacing.
When I step out, he's in a nice suit that does dirty things to my girly parts and I do my best to control my inner thoughts, but I'm too late.
"After we get everything straightened out, I'm going to have you bent over my desk, filling you up with my suit still on."
"Okay. Well, until then, could you please make some coffee, and I'll get dressed."
"Sure thing, love." He winks and then leaves our room while I let out a long sigh. I wonder if I can block my thoughts from him.
Don't try it, woman.
It would help to curb our hunger at work.
True, but I always want to know what you're thinking.
I get ready and leave our bedroom without thinking about anything but the process of getting dressed and a hot cup of coffee.
"Here's your cup. We have a few minutes to drink them, but I need to get an early start since Daphne's out."
"Understand. I'll follow your lead." He kisses my temple and then goes back to drinking his coffee.
His phone rings, and he grumbles before answering it. I know he’d rather spend time with me, so he’s a bit grumpy. Finishing my coffee, I rinse out the cup and set it in the strainer, only to feel Turner’s arms slide around me. “Are you ready, my love?”
“As I’ll ever be.” He takes my hand, and we put on our winter coats before heading out of the house. Strangely, I don’t feel as cold as I should.
“I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“I actually haven’t seen your wolf. Are you like a type of arctic wolf?”
“I am definitely the type of wolf that can handle the cold. I love to run my paws into the cold snow. If you’re not too tired tonight, I’ll show you.”
“Do you ski?” I ask, wanting to know more while avoiding the fact that he’s so sexy. He holds up his hand and then closes the passenger door. I watch as he adjusts his cock through his slacks under his coat. I giggle to myself.