Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Will,” I whimpered, digging my fingers into his scalp.
“Do you need more, beautiful?” he purred.
“Yes,” I gasped as he trailed his fingers down my body to plunge two of them into my pussy.
“So damn wet,” he growled, lowering his head to flick his tongue against my clit. “And so fucking delicious.”
He pulled his fingers from my body and started to fuck me with his tongue. It didn’t take long for him to push me over the edge, and he licked me through my orgasm. As soon as my pussy stopped spasming, he rose on his knees and settled between my legs. “I love you, baby. So fucking much.”
“I know you do, but show me how much anyway,” I urged.
He slammed all the way into me with one powerful thrust, and groaned, “Your pussy feels perfect. Hotter than ever.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted as he pounded into me, circling my legs around his waist to hold on tight. It didn’t take long before I felt another orgasm building, and my pussy clenched around his hard length.
“That’s right, beautiful. I need you to come for me right now because I’m already so fucking close.”
I dug my fingers into his shoulders, my head thrown back as I cried out his name when he drove into me over and over again. When I flew over the edge again, he sank deep and came with me.
When our panting eased, Will rolled onto his back and pulled me close. Cuddling against his chest, I murmured, “If I wasn’t already pregnant, I would be now.”
“We had a lot to celebrate.” His hand drifted up and down my back. “Plus, it’s not like we need to quit practicing just because you’re pregnant.”
“Good point. We can keep practicing for next time.” I tilted my head back and grinned up at him. “I do have three siblings, after all.”
Epilogue
Will
A knock on my office door elicited a snarl from my chest as I tore my lips away from my wife and shouted, “Go away!”
Aurora giggled and shifted in my lap, leaning back when I attempted to go back to kissing her. “That’s not very professional.”
“Who the hell cares?” I captured her mouth once again before being interrupted by another knock. Frowning, I glared at the door, willing the ground to open up and swallow the person outside.
“Will, your next appointment is here,” Chad said with a sigh.
“I don’t have any more appointments today,” I snapped.
Chad sighed again, long and loud, making sure it was very clear how annoyed he was. “I added it to your schedule last night. And if you would have put your…long lunch, on the calendar, I wouldn’t have booked it at one o’clock.”
Aurora yelped and jumped up; dancing away before I could get a grip on her waist and pull her back down. “Baby, get your sexy little ass back here,” I growled.
She shook her head as she slipped on her shoes and rebuttoned her blouse. “I’ve got a wedding in an hour, Will.” My lips turned down in a pout, making her laugh. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.” I perked up at her promise, which prompted her to throw back her head and belly laugh. Then she darted over for a quick kiss before sashaying to the door and swinging it open.
Chad was waiting in the hall with his hands on his hips and a mulish expression on his face. But when he spotted Aurora, he blushed and stammered out a soft hello. I rolled my eyes at how he practically turned into an adolescent schoolboy around my wife. It was harmless, but the best way to break him out of the daze was to give him shit about it. “Put your tongue back in your mouth and stop staring at my wife, Chad.”
His gaze jumped to me, and he glared before spinning around and huffing off, muttering something about unappreciative assholes.
Aurora giggled behind her hand, not wanting Chad to hear and have his feelings hurt. She was much sweeter than me. I didn’t give a fuck and laughed right out loud. She shook her head but blew me a kiss before sailing out of my office.
Barely two minutes later, a short, curvy woman with tan skin, almond-shaped brown eyes, and long curly, black hair stepped into my office. Her expression was a mixture of shellshock and steady determination.
“How can I help you, Miss…?” I let the question hang and gestured toward one of the chairs in front of my desk.
She moved forward and sunk down onto one. “Addilyn Cole—”
“Dawson. Addilyn Dawson.” Knox’s deep voice interrupted her as he barreled into my office. His expression was thunderous, and when he looked at me, his eyes held a warning and threat of murder.
A lesser man might have shrunk back in fear, but I wasn’t afraid of Knox’s bluster. A smirk formed on my lips. Oh, this was going to be good.