Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Well, you’re going to learn.” I crouched at her feet and slipped her sneakers off before taking her foot in my hand, rubbing at the sole of her foot. She sighed in contentment, her head slipping back to rest against her chair. A moan slid from her throat, and my dick reacted strongly, hardening so fast, it made me just a tiny bit dizzy.
“That feels good,” she mumbled.
“Good enough to agree to be my old lady?” I teased, pressing in just the right spot. She softly moaned again, her body slouching further into the chair.
She hummed. “I’ve been picturing myself as your old lady for two months now, Chase.” She opened her eyes. “I’ll never get married. We already had that talk. But I never took being your old lady off the table.”
I understood her aversion to marriage after what happened to her mother. After what she’d witnessed and gone through. I’d never pushed her on it, and I never would. But being a man’s old lady could trap her even more than marriage could. I wasn’t sure if she understood that.
“You do know what being an old lady entails, don’t you?” I asked her in all seriousness. “You leave, and the club may take your life. I won’t be able to stop them. You’re already in too deep. Know too much. Johnston won’t stand for that shit.”
She leaned forward and gripped my chin, tilting my head up, a soft smile on her lips. “I am happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life, Chase. I am safe. Protected. We may clash heads like nobody’s business,” a grin quirked at my lips, “but we’re inevitable. Always have been.”
I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to her palm. “I’m going to need you to write ‘we’re inevitable’ so I can get it tattooed,” I murmured, looking up at her from beneath my lashes.
She grinned. “Deal. And I want your name on the inside of my wrist so everyone sees the claim you have on me.”
I growled at the image of basically having her branded and stood up before lifting her from her chair and depositing her on her desk. She hummed, her hands sliding under my t-shirt. “You know all the right fucking things to say, cupcake,” I rasped before I slanted my lips across hers, plundering into her mouth, unable to keep my hands off of her. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathed, her hands tugging at my belt. I groaned low in my throat at her promise. “Always yours. We’re inevitable, remember?”
I snarled and ripped her leggings down her legs before seating myself inside of her, my hand wrapping around her throat. She fell back on the desk, tugging me with her, our teeth clashing as our lips met.
“I’m going to kill Gidget if he’s watching,” she moaned, her hands clawing at my cut for something to hold on to as I pounded into her sweet cunt.
I grunted, not giving a single fuck. “Let him watch, cupcake. I don’t give a fuck who sees because you only belong to me.”
She whimpered, her legs opening wider, allowing me to sink deeper inside of her. I hissed a breath through my teeth and nipped at her chin before sucking at her jaw, leaving my marks on her skin for the entire world to see.
“You better not be marking me where customers can see, Chase,” she panted.
I just chuckled darkly, ignoring her. I wanted her angry because the sex we had when she was…
Fuck.
I hooked my arm around the back of her knee, angling her leg back, and she cried out, falling apart around me, her pussy milking my cock. I spilled inside of her, snarling her name against her chest as I coated her insides with my cum.
Mine.
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