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)
His head dipped lower, and his tongue circled my clit. “This kind of more?” I was about to murmur my agreement when he sank a finger inside my wet heat. “Or this?”
“Both,” I gasped, my pussy clenching around his finger.
“Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll give it to you.” His mouth was so close to my clit that I felt his breath puff out as he spoke.
“I’m yours,” I cried out as he slowly dragged his finger from my pussy and pumped it back in.
“Mine and only mine,” he growled before he devoured my pussy, licking and sucking as he quickly drove me close to the edge. My head flew back against the pillow when he added another finger and increased the thrusts of his hand.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against my inner thigh, nipping with his teeth just hard enough to leave a mark. “Even more so when you fly apart for me, knowing I’m the only man who’ll ever see you like this.”
He wrapped his lips around my clit and twisted his wrist to reach my G-spot, and my orgasm roared through me. “Oh—my—Will!”
“That’s right, baby. Yours.”
“Uh-huh,” I sighed, melting against his mattress with a satisfied smile.
“I guess I’d better go make you that coffee so you get your morning jolt of caffeine to help you get over being grumpy,” Will teased.
I tugged him onto the mattress as I uttered a sentence I never thought would come out of my mouth, “The coffee can wait.”
Will didn’t make coffee for another hour, but I was a happy camper as he dropped me off at work after a quick stop at my place so I could change into a different outfit. It probably had something to do with my new favorite way to start the morning…multiple orgasms.
8
Will
I watched Aurora’s sexy ass sway as she walked into the casino until the valet knocked on my door and asked if I could move. Reluctantly, I pulled away from the hotel entrance and drove to the parking garage.
It had been hard as hell to let Aurora out of my bed this morning. She looked so damn perfect twisted up in my sheets, but she looked even better without them. I groaned and tried to think about anything boring to stem my growing erection. I didn’t need to spend the day trying to work with a hard-on.
When I felt at least partially in control, I exited my car and headed for my office. Chad had opened and was already behind the front desk, working at his computer. He mumbled, “Hello,” and handed me a mug of coffee as I walked by. “First appointment will be here in twenty.”
I shook my head in amusement before I took a sip of the steaming brew. Chad was a funny kid. He was the best assistant I’d ever had, but he was from a small town in Arizona and was on the shyer side. He buried himself in work and didn’t say much, which had made me hesitate when I first hired him, but I’d followed my gut instinct. He proved his worth the first time he was confronted with a high-pressure situation, i.e. an extremely angry couple who’d come in for our services. He’d managed to defuse the situation and get everyone acting civilized before they even stepped into my office. The kid had a knack for calming those around him, which was what made his reaction to Aurora all the funnier. If I hadn’t been so distracted by her, I might have recognized the humor in it before now.
After getting settled at my desk, I woke up my computer and returned to a website I’d been perusing the day before. I’d found what I was looking for; I just needed to make the purchase and have the order put on rush. If I hadn’t been so determined to have it be perfect for my woman, I could have had it that much sooner. But it needed it to be as special and unique as Aurora.
A few minutes later, shouting in the front office caught my attention. Chad rushed through my door with a harried expression and snapped, “There’s a shouting guy in your waiting room, Mr. Scott. I tried to talk—”
He’d barely gotten the words out when a man stormed into my office. Chad grumbled and glared at him, then threw up his hands and marched out, muttering under his breath about manners.
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest, staring down the behemoth of a man fuming in front of me. “Knox Dawson, I presume?”
Surprise flickered in his blue eyes for a moment before they shuttered, and he went back to a deadly expression.
“Aurora showed me a picture of the two of you on her phone,” I explained despite the fact that he hadn’t asked. What had actually happened was that I noticed the picture of her wrapped up in another man’s arms on her lock screen last night and demanded to know who the asshole holding my woman was so that I could kill him. In my defense, the siblings looked nothing like each other except for the blue eyes he shared with my girl. Luckily, it had only taken another orgasm to get her to forgive me.