Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Instead, I cling to her, and when I feel her body become limp under me, I roll us over and wrap my arms and legs around her.
“I can’t move, Henry. There’s no way I could run.” I feel her smile against my chest, but I don’t let go.
“Just making sure you don’t try to hit it and quit it.” She laughs, and it runs all the way down my cock, which is still inside her. I thrust up, wanting to feel it again, and her laugh turns into a moan. “I’m not finished with you.”
“I’ll never leave you again,” she vows, sitting up and looking down at me. “I’m home.”
“Forever,” I say, and she nods.
I hold her hips as she begins to move, and we make love all over again.
Chapter Eight
Kory
“Call out sick,” Henry says as he trails kisses down my spine.
“I can’t! I just started working there.” Though I really wish I could. At this moment I never want to get out of this bed. I didn’t know I could ever be this happy. I’m so pissed at myself for not hearing him out all those years ago. I could have spent the past ten years waking up to this.
“Maybe I’m your new boss.”
I roll over to look up at him. His face is straight. No evidence that his words are a joke. “You didn’t!” I snap. I want to be annoyed, but part of me loves that he’d do something like that.
“Don’t like the idea of someone else bossing you around,” he says, his dimples as bright as can be. Then they suddenly drop away. “What the fuck?”
His gaze drops to the bruise that still lingers on my ribs. All the playfulness we just had washes away. I don’t want to think about Jason right now.
“I...ah—”
“Don’t do that. You’re about to lie.” My eyes fall closed. “I want a name,” he demands, and I open my eyes. How does he know? Maybe he can just read me well...
“Jason. He’s my old boss.” Henry is out of the bed before I can finish my sentence. His phone is at his ear, his expression murderous. “Henry, stop!” I lunge for him, but I’m not really sure what my goal is. I want Jason to pay for what he did but also want to move past it. He could do it to some other woman, but I also don’t care for the idea of having to face him either.
Henry catches me easily, his phone falling to the floor. It’s then I realize that I’m completely naked. “Fuck,” Henry grunts, and I find myself back on the bed, pinned under him.
“Never in my life did I think I’d get a naked Kory chasing after me.” He smiles at me before his mouth meets mine in a deep kiss. I melt into him before I remember I really need to get to work. I push on his chest and he lets my mouth go.
“Work,” I moan.
He drops his forehead to mine. “My chair better still be in your lab, cause I’ll be spending my day in it.”
I giggle thinking he’s joking, but when I really look at his face I know he’s not.
“You think I’m letting you out of my sight until I got this Jason shit locked up?”
I lick my lips. Once again I know I should be annoyed, but that’s not what flutters in my heart. I love that he’s so protective of me.
“Your chair will always be there,” I tell him. I’ll never push him from my life again. If he wants to follow me around everywhere, I’ll let him. “But we need to get moving. We still need to go to my place to get clothes.”
“I don’t run a billion-dollar company without knowing how to be prepared, baby,” Henry says as he pulls me from the bed and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeak as he drops me on his sofa. I see tons of bags littering the floor. “I’ll have your stuff moved over today.”
“Henry.” My eyes start to water.
“I’ll work on your mom. I bet she probably hates me, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making her like me. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
With that, the tears I’m holding leak down my face.
“Baby, don’t cry.” He kisses them, stopping them in their tracks.
“You say all the right things.” I hiccup.
“Well, trust me, I know how mad your mom is at me. She spent many nights blocking me from you. She even smacked me a few times.”
I gasp. It’s hard to think of my mom smacking anyone.
“Trust me, babe. She has a good smack.”
I rub my hand across the thin beard he has. “I like this,” I tell him.
“Then I won’t shave.”
“There anything you wouldn’t do for me?” I ask, smiling up at him, thoughts of Jason long gone.