Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Danielle belonged to him.
He wasn’t going to let her go. In the past few weeks, he’d realized that.
Her parents’ desperation in getting her married had worked for him. She was skittish, but he loved that about her.
Spreading her legs wide, he gripped his cock and rubbed it against her wet slit, working up and down, coating his shaft.
He still wasn’t wearing a condom, and he wanted her to get pregnant. It would be another hold he had on her. He had every intention of making this marriage a real one. The ring she wore wasn’t just something he’d picked out. It was one his grandmother gave him. She’d told him to give it to a woman he felt was special, who would love and take care of him, but also respect him.
Sliding his cock into Danielle, he knew she cared about him. She was certainly attracted to him, and in time, he intended for her to fall in love with him.
He could do this. He knew he could because … he loved her.
His feelings had shocked the fuck out of him. They had happened to him one night with her in his arms, fast asleep. He’d woken up in the middle of the night, and glancing down at her, snuggled against him, he’d known in that instant that he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life taking care of her. He wanted to sleep next to her.
Love her.
Marry her.
Have everything with her.
Him, the eligible bachelor.
The one man who had said he’d never marry, wanted to.
She moaned, her hands going to his back, slowly pulling him in against her. He pulled out of her pussy only to drive back inside, going as deep as possible.
He relished her greedy sounds and took his time, fucking her, making love to her. He stared down at his cock and saw it was already slick with her arousal. He’d gotten her so wet and ready for his cock.
Even now, she was incredibly tight. Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head and kissed her, watching her, taking in all of her reactions as he fucked her. No, he wasn’t fucking her. He was making love to her on his office floor.
Slow, deep thrusts. Driving in deep, taking her, claiming her.
No other man was ever going to know her.
All the others that had come before, he intended to obliterate them from her mind, from her body.
The only man she’d ever want was him.
The only cock she’d ever crave was his.
All of him now belonged to her, and he intended to make her addicted.
“Come for me, Danielle,” he said. He drove inside her, rubbing his pelvis against her clit. She gasped, arching up.
He felt her cunt tighten around him. Over and over, he repeated the same action, feeling her orgasm nearing. As she exploded, it was so fucking beautiful, and it drove him toward his own orgasm.
He slammed inside her and hoped he made her pregnant, that he’d finally tied her to him.
He was a selfish bastard. He never claimed to be anything but.
****
Lighting the last of the candles, Danielle glanced around the room, and checked out every little detail. Rose petals were on the floor, and candles were aglow. The scent of lemon chicken filled the air.
The salad was ready in separate bowls so she could serve it. Her chocolate mousse was already set and ready in the fridge. The bottle of wine was chilling.
A perfect, romantic setting.
Glancing in the mirror, she checked to see that she looked okay.
Red lipstick—no other makeup—to emphasize her lips. The dress she wore molded to ever curve and pushed her tits up to give her a shockingly good cleavage. She loved the dress, and it made her feel sexy.
Not that she needed help when it came to Brice. He seemed to know what to do or say that made her feel like the only woman in the world to him.
It was one of the reasons she’d decided to give him a romantic dinner. Not because he made her feel good.
He’d been working so hard lately with this latest client and the contract his company wanted, that he looked tired.
Exhausted.
Most nights he drove to her home, and after a shower, he’d pull her in against him and go to sleep. In the mornings, she’d make him coffee, a quick breakfast, and send him on his way with lunch.
She didn’t take him another lunch because otherwise his break would last a couple of hours and it meant he didn’t get home until late at night.
Even though she missed him throughout the day, she knew his company was important, and she’d never begrudge him that. Especially as she still had her guest appearances to do, and the first part of her cookbook was complete and her agent and publisher were already working hard. She had a deadline to get it completed by the end of the year, then would go through the rigorous task of editing where she’d then tweak recipes, then do a massive cook through where she’d test each recipe as it read in the book. She liked everything to be perfect.