Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Zale pounced. Taking the device from her hand, he tossed it into the drawer as he grabbed a condom and rolled it over his cock. After kissing her hard, Zale aligned his erection to her opening and thrust inside. The air escaped from her lips as he claimed the space inside her as her body still quaked with pleasure.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he told her as he scooped one forearm under her hips, lifting her up to meet him as he leaned over her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Pippa writhed against him. When he ground the thick root of his cock against her, her eyes widened at the sensation. “More!”
His wolfish smile at her plea made her heart skip a beat. She loved his control—his attention to her pleasure. Pippa ran her hands over his torso, caressing his hard form. Wishing to please him, she traced the line of hair leading downward.
“You will be the death of me,” Zale growled and captured that exploring hand. Lifting it over her head, he pinned it to the pillows behind her and demanded the other.
Pulling at his hold, Pippa shivered at the sensation of being restrained. It was so hot to be dominated by this magnetic man. He was in complete control. Those grinding thrusts demanded her response.
She hovered on the edge of another climax. Zale nipped at her throat before capturing one nipple and pulling it into the heat of his mouth. Pleasure cascaded through her.
Zale’s thrusts increased, pushing the sensations higher until she didn’t think she could handle any more. He proved her completely wrong as she orgasmed again around him. “Daddy!”
His shout filled the room a second later as he allowed himself to follow her a few seconds later. Zale released his hold on her hands and interlaced his fingers with hers as he rested his forehead against hers. A few minutes later, he lowered her bottom to the mattress and settled beside her. Gathering Pippa close to his chest, he held her like he’d never let her go.
Something kept her from whispering “Daddy” a few minutes later when the sound of his breathing became deep and regular. Pippa slowly shifted to study his face. Was he asleep?
Lines of fatigue etched his features. Pippa rebuked herself for having missed his exhaustion earlier. She’d keep watch for him while he recharged. Settling slowly back into place next to him, Pippa smiled when his arms tightened around her. She had no intentions of going anywhere.
CHAPTER 15
Over the next week, her daddy transformed the spare bedroom into a nursery. He’d cleared out the third bedroom of his gear and fitness equipment—except for the fancy bicycle that had an entertainment screen and everything. Pippa had begged him to leave that in her room.
First, he’d painted it a beautiful blue color like the sky. Pippa loved how cheerful it was. Then boxes arrived, and he’d allowed her to help by reading the directions as he put together pieces of furniture. Each item he constructed made her less nervous and more excited. They were physical representations of the little girl inside her.
Looking around the room, she stared at the large toy box shaped like a treasure chest, the adult-size crib, and the large table with a padded top and drawers underneath. Zale had locked one drawer and told her she was not allowed inside. Studying it as she and her daddy put together a puzzle, Pippa shrugged. She didn’t want to know what was in there, anyway. Probably boring stuff.
Refocusing on the jigsaw in front of her, Pippa propped her chin on her hand to search for a blue piece that might fit in the section nearest her. A cry of triumph burst from her lips when she spotted it. As she reached for that piece, a massive yawn forced her eyes closed and she lost it.
“Crap!” she said, before slumping down to the tabletop. Her exclamation rasped over her irritated throat, making her cough.
“Naptime, kitten.”
“I don’t need to nap,” she said, hacking a bit more. Everyone at the daycare had gotten sick this week. Something was going around.
“I’m worried about you. Let Daddy make sure you’re okay before you stretch out with Toothie in your new crib,” Zale instructed, standing and holding out a hand to tug her to her feet.
“No, Daddy. I’m fine,” Pippa protested as he led her to the changing table and slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cough.
He didn’t answer but wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her to sit on the padded mat on top.
“Pippa. Lie back on the table.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I know. It’s important that I keep an eye on your health. I don’t like the sound of your cough.” He pressed a hand to her forehead and shook his head.
“I don’t want you to put something in my butt.”