Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“This smells good.”
“I’m freaking starving.”
I grin at Bridger. “This is fun. We’ll have to do it more often.”
“You’ll spoil my guys,” he says as he leads us inside, his fingers laced with mine, palm to palm, and it feels so good to be close to him.
“And my guy, so it’s totally worth it.”
Birdie is already flirting with one of the men who’s helping her scoop up a small slice of lasagna for herself while everyone else digs in.
But Bridger hasn’t left my side.
“Don’t you want to eat?” I ask him, enjoying the way it feels to be tucked up against his side, his hand on my hip. I’ve missed him just as much as his daughter has.
“I will. There’s plenty. But I haven’t seen you awake in days, so I’d rather just stand here, holding you for as long as I can.”
I turn fully into him and wrap my arms around him, holding on tight. “Do you still have tomorrow off?”
“Yeah. Tomorrow and Friday, back at it Saturday.”
“At least we get you for two whole days.” I grin up at him, and he bends down to kiss me softly.
No one comments. They all act like they don’t even see us.
“Hey, Diego, are you and Birdie okay? I need to talk to Dani in my office for a minute.”
“Sure, we are.” The man, so big and tanned with tons of tattoos, grins at Birdie, who, if I’m not mistaken, just batted her eyelashes at him. “You wanna hang with me for a bit, beautiful?”
“Yeah.” Birdie nods, and I can’t help but smirk.
“We’ll be back,” Bridger says as he takes my hand and leads me down a hallway to his office, then closes and locks the door.
“Did you see your daughter flirting with that guy?”
“What?” He stops dead in his tracks. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything. What’s up? What do we need to talk about?”
But he doesn’t answer me with words. He frames my face in his hands, backs me against the wall, and kisses me, setting my entire body on fire. His mouth feels like heaven, and then he licks my lips, and I open for him, and he sinks into me, letting out a soft moan that I feel all the way to my core.
I grip his sides, my hands fisted in his shirt, and then his hands are on my ass and he’s carrying me across the room to his desk. The door is locked, the blinds pulled, and Bridger is on a mission.
“I’m hungry for you,” he growls against my neck as his fingers dive into the waistband of my leggings, tugging them down over my hips, to my ankles, where they get stuck at my shoes. With a chuckle, I toe off the shoes, and Bridger manages to get my bottoms all the way off. Then he’s spreading me wide and kneeling before me. “This is the only thing I want to eat right now.”
“Holy cow.” My hand dives into his hair and holds on as he lowers his face and licks me along my entire slit.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so wet. So fucking beautiful.”
He’s lapping at me as if he’s starving, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don’t make too much noise.
What is it with this man making me crazy where I can’t make noise?
“Bridge.” I’m panting, reaching for him. “Please, I need you inside of me. Please.”
“God, I love it when you ask me for it.” He plants a wet kiss on my inner thigh, then stands and unfastens his pants, unleashes his already hard cock, and immediately pushes inside of me, filling me up and making me groan. “There’s nothing like this. Nothing in the world makes me feel like you do.”
“Nothing,” I echo. He pushes in and presses against my clit, making me clench around him. His face is in my neck, his mouth on me, licking and nibbling, as he moves quickly, in and out of me in the most delicious rhythm. “God, I love it.”
“Love what, kitten?”
I grin, secretly loving this game. “When you fuck me like this. With your big, hard—” I gasp because his thumb is pressed to my clit, making all the words in my head disintegrate.
“Go on.”
“Cock.”
“That’s right.” He crushes his mouth to mine now, and cups his hand around my ass, pulling me even tighter against him, and I can’t take it. My muscles start to clench even tighter around him. “Come on me, sweetheart.”
“Bridge.” I can’t catch my breath. “Shit.”
“Yes, my love. Let go.”
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, and Bridger bites my shoulder and lets go with me, following me over with a climax that shudders through him.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I’ll never look at this desk the same way again.”
I lean my face into his chest and let out a little laugh. “Well, that was fun. I’ve missed you. Missed this. You didn’t wake me up when you got home last night.”