Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I take every drop of it whether I like it or not.
I don’t like it.
I love it.
20
OWEN
“You knew. The whole time,” Maggie mumbles, her body warm against mine as the sun peeks into our bedroom. I already think of it as ours. She’s part of me, always has been. Whatever is mine is hers, too. “The whole time!” She snorts.
I shrug and pull her tighter to me. “It only took one look, Ace. Just one. And I knew.”
“I’m so good at finding things and figuring people out and-and-and knowing what’s going on. I can’t believe I didn’t see it.” She groans. “How? How could I have missed so much?”
I smirk. “I’m surprised you never found the cameras.”
She turns her head, her eyes catching mine. “Cameras?”
“In your house. Though I have to admit, when you do the EMP blast and wipe everything, I have to replace them. It’s a real pain in my–”
“In my house!” She bites my chest.
“Fuck, that feels nice.” I pull her on top of me, her legs spreading to straddle me. When I feel the heat between her thighs, her cunt still slick from our night together, I can’t stop myself from thrusting against her.
“You’re a fucking nutjob.” She grins and digs her nails into my shoulders. “A total psycho!”
“Only for you.” I grip her waist and rub her against me.
She bites her lip. “Owen.” My name comes out on a low moan.
She’s sore. She has to be. I had her so many times last night. But damn, I want more. Still, I won’t hurt her. Licking my thumb, I press it between us.
“What are you–Oh!” Her hips jerk as I swirl my thumb around her clit.
“I want you to get off.” I look up at her, taking in every bit of her–the flush on her skin, the way her nipples harden as she starts to grind against me. “That’s it.”
I cup her breast with one hand, squeezing as I continue to rub her slick skin. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” I grit my teeth, my cock desperately hard as she rubs her pussy along it.
“Owen,” she breathes, her head thrown back.
“Take it. Take whatever you need.” I strum her clit faster, my body tense.
“More, I want more.” She lifts up, then reaches down and pulls my cock toward her.
“No, you’re sore. Don’t–” I groan as she slides down onto me, my cock surging into her as her slick walls welcome me.
“Fucking hell, Ace.” I grip her hips and try to get a hold on myself. It’s hard when she’s still riding me, taking every inch and making it belong to her.
“That’s it.” She runs her hands up her body and cups her breasts. It’s the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I join her there and pinch her nipples, twisting them as she moves her hips. Thrusting with her, I follow her rhythm, pulsing inside her again and again as she rides me.
I force myself to breathe, to hold out, to do anything but come inside her. It’s so goddamn hard when she’s on top of me like this, her body on display, her pussy squeezing me until I can’t even form a single thought.
“I’m–” Her hips move more erratically. “I’m–”
“That’s it. Come on my cock, Ace. I need it.”
“Owen!” She arches, and a moan leaves her lips. It sends heat blazing up my shaft, and I come with her, my cock spilling inside her soft cunt as she rides out her release. She’s too much, too sexy, too fucking everything–but I want all of her and more.
When she shudders and lies on my chest, I rub her back, skimming her soft skin as our breathing slows down. My mind clears from the lust haze, but my cock is still inside her. She feels so good like this–sated and boneless, happy in my arms.
“I think you love it that I’m a psycho for you.” I kiss her crown.
She smiles against my chest. “I should be mad at you. You know that, right? I should be calling the cops and screaming and running.”
I scoff. “We don’t talk to the cops.”
She snorts a cute little laugh. “Never. Except Duffy. She’s different.”
“She’s one of the better ones. I’ll give her that. But her authority doesn’t cover nearly enough ground.”
“That’s where you come in?” Maggie props her chin on my chest and looks at me thoughtfully.
“Yes.”
“But is that what you’ve always done? Found bad guys?”
I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I wish I could say yes, but I won’t lie to you, Maggie. I’ll never tell you anything but the truth. No more games. No more hiding.” I cup her cheek. She’s so fucking innocent, so good. And she’s always been that. “I wish I were more like you, Ace.”
“What?” She blinks.
“I know your history. You’ve always done the right thing. Every time you’ve been confronted with the choice of doing what’s easy or what’s right–you always choose to do what’s right.” I sigh. “I can’t say that for myself.”