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)
“You’re a crazy person,” I snap at Henry.
“You’re going to end up with a third kid in your belly.”
I jump back. “You keep that thing away from me,” I joke, good humor replacing my annoyance. I do want another baby. Growing up I thought school and a drive for work were what I wanted in life. I was wrong. I love being a mom and a wife more than anything in the world.
Henry can put as many babies in me as he wants.
“Miss your curves,” he says, placing a hand on my hip. The suit jacket he’d put on me falls to the floor.
“That why you keep suggesting pasta for dinner every night?” A smile spreads on his face. I don’t know why I’ve even been doing this working out crap. I hate it, but in the back of my head I thought maybe Henry would like it. Seems I was wrong.
He lifts me and walks me to the far wall, my back hitting the cool surface. I wrap my legs around him. I love when he goes all caveman. Even if I pretend to him I don’t. His mouth takes mine in a deep kiss that’s over before I want. “My office. There aren’t any cameras there.”
“We aren’t having sex in your office,” I tell him, knowing it’s a lie.
“We always have sex in my office.”
“Fine, but you’re so not carrying me there,” I fight back, knowing that’s what he plans to do. “Unless you want me to go like this...” I motion to my workout clothes.
He mumbles some curses before putting me on my feet and pulling out his phone. “Clear my floor. No one on it.” I shake my head as he barks into his phone, then I’m thrown over his shoulder as he goes over to the elevator, swiping his key card so it will go straight to his floor.
“Caveman,” I mutter, smiling.
“You love it,” he throws back.
He’s right. I love everything about him.
Epilogue
Nine years later
“Are you sure your parents are okay keeping the kids?” Kory asks as she walks through the kitchen.
Immediately I forget what she says because I’m too busy looking at what she’s got on. It’s a deep blue wrap dress that’s halfway up her thigh and showing off way too much of her tits. It hugs her small waist and round hips, and her ass bounces with every step. She’s got a body that tempts me every second of the day. And she damn well knows it.
My cock is hard and throbbing at just the sight of her. When the fuck did she get that dress? I want to go over to where she’s standing and bend her over the nearest surface so I can fuck her while she’s wearing it. But I want to look at her for a few more moments before I do it.
“Henry?” she says, and I blink a few times. “Are you okay?”
“No,” I say, gripping the edge of the seat.
“What’s wrong? Are your parents not able to keep the kids? I know they can be a little much, but Mallory and Miles begged to have them for the whole weekend, so I assumed—”
“Where did you get that?” I ask.
“My dress? You like it? I got it on sale at—”
“And you plan on wearing that out of this house?” I grit out, cutting her off again.
She narrows her eyes at me and puts her hands on her hips. “Is there a problem with what I’ve got on? Because I thought I looked pretty fucking hot in it.”
“That right there,” I say, standing up from the chair. “That’s the problem. You do look pretty fucking hot in it.”
A smile pulls at her lips and her hands drop from her hips. She turns to the side a bit, preening in her new dress and showing me every angle.
“You think so?” She bats her eyelashes at me, and it’s a mistake. She’s teasing a tiger right now.
Slowly I walk toward her and she sees my intention. She takes a step back for every one I gain, and the chase is on.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask as she backs up against the island.
“Henry, I know that look. We don’t have time.” She looks around the room as if something can help me see reason. All I see is her in that dress. She’s begging to be fucked.
“There’s one thing I want to eat, and we don’t even have to leave the house for it.” I watch as her thighs clench together. “Are you wearing panties?”
The flush of her cheeks gives me my answer, and I take another step to put me right in front of her. The island is at her back and there’s no place for her to go. I grip her hips and lift her, putting her ass on the edge and getting between her thighs.