Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
I buckle up, flipping on the radio and tapping my fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of my favorite song. The drive to his house is a quick one, filled with thoughts of being wrapped around Ashton and the way he makes me feel.
Arriving at his home, I pull into the driveway, already planning the special meal I’m going to make for Ashton to celebrate my successful first day. I grab my bag from the back, feeling giddy as I approach the front door. With the key Ashton gave me, I push the door open.
“Edna, I’m back!” I call out, stepping inside. The familiar scent of his home wraps around me like an embrace.
Just as I drop my bag on the hall table, Edna appears, waddling over with her usual swagger. “Hey, pretty girl.” I crouch down, ruffling her ears, and she beams at me with her lovable bulldog smile. "How was your day?"
“It’s perfect now that I’m home with you,” Ashton says behind me, and I spin around, realizing I was so caught up in giving Edna attention, I didn’t hear him come in.
His sweet words combined with the emotions shining from his dark eyes cause my insides to turn to mush.
The L-word works its way up my throat, but I clench my teeth to keep from blurting it out. While I know I’m already all in with Ashton, I need to know he feels the same way before I lay my cards on the table.
In the middle of the night, I wake up with Ashton wrapped around my body and his cock digging into my rear end. I slip my hand behind my back and wrap it around his hard erection. Running my thumb across the head, I gather the wetness leaking from the tip and rub it around.
His breathing hitches and I realize he’s awake. “I don’t think you’re up to this right now.”
“Oh, yes, I am.” I turn in his arms and smile as his arms encircle around me. “Now, lie back and let me have my way with you.”
“Whatever you want.” He props up on his elbows and watches as I kiss my way down his muscular chest while slowly stroking his hard erection. A tremor runs through his body as I replace my hand with my mouth.
He digs his hand into my hair and holds me tight as I explore his cock with my tongue. “Stop torturing me and suck it,” he growls, and I follow his order. I slowly suck him to the back of my throat and swallow.
He groans my name as I pull back, stroking the bottom of his erection as I go. While I throw myself into blowing his mind, he tells me in great detail all the dirty things he’s going to do to my body.
His words send electricity flowing down my spine as wetness drips down the inside of my thighs. I’m pretty sure I’m enjoying this almost as much as he is.
I give a little squeak of protest when he sits up and drags me over to lie on my back. “I can’t take anymore,” he growls against the side of my neck as he lines his cock up with my opening. “And I want to come in your sweet pussy.”
Sounds like a plan to me. He watches my face while he slowly thrusts deep. My inner muscles protest at first, but I breathe deeply, forcing them to relax. By the second thrust, the tiny twinge of pain is replaced with intense pleasure.
He slides his arm under my leg and hitches it up on his shoulder. My eyes roll back in my head as this new position allows him to slide even deeper.
It doesn’t take long before an orgasm starts deep inside me and blasts up through my body. He slows a little but continues to thrust until the last tremor passes, and then he picks up speed again.
The third time I climax, I clench my inner muscles tight, making sure he comes with me.
Chapter 11
Ashton
The last few weeks have felt like a whirlwind as I dove headfirst into helping Emily settle into her new life. I’ve been supporting her through the ups and downs of starting her mobile dog grooming business. Between packing up boxes, unpacking more boxes, and dodging Edna’s antics, it’s been an adventure I didn’t know I needed. But beneath all the laughter and shared moments, my heart knows the truth—I’m so fucking in love with her I can’t see straight.
Every stolen glance, every shared smile, and each quiet laugh reminds me just how deep my feelings for her run. Yet for all the nights we’ve laughed together while shuffling boxes, I can’t shake the nagging worry she doesn’t feel the same. It’s a precarious balance, and I’m terrified of ruining what we have by laying my heart bare too soon.