Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Fucking move,” she growls, demanding more when I attempt to spend a few seconds of bliss just enjoying the warmth and tightness of her.
“Greedy bitch,” I hiss, pulling my hips back and snapping them forward.
I’m going full force, my balls high and tight as she moans and screams my name. She is the perfect fucking woman, taking it all and begging for more.
Reaching around, I squeeze her tits, wishing she was facing me so I could get a mouthful. I’m rougher, annoyed with missing out on seeing her face, when she comes on a cry.
As always, she takes me right over the edge with her, an orgasm so strong my vision turns blurry for a second.
A throat clears behind me, and I’m forced to spin in that direction, my cock just open to the air.
“Whoa!” Liam says from his spot by the fucking door, but he’s looking past me.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Lauren pointing a gun directly at him. She isn’t embarrassed that we got caught fucking. She’s making sure we’re safe. Even seven months pregnant, the woman is efficient, still capable of using those honed skills she learned in the FBI.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry, Mrs. Guerra.”
Lauren growls again.
“That’s one way to get shot,” I mutter.
I haven’t had to ask Lauren to marry me. She’s been very vocal about not wanting that, and I thought hearing it would upset me, but it doesn’t.
She’s mine, now and forever, and I don’t need a piece of paper tying us together. I know she feels the same way.
“Call me anything but Lauren and I’ll have your balls.”
Liam nods his agreement, and he’s smart enough not to smile when he does it.
“You’re early,” I mutter, my eyes darting from the clock on the wall and back to him.
“I came to tell you I fucked up.”
Lauren mutters under her breath about all of this being a big fucking mistake, and I have to agree with her. Things were so much easier when I was dispatching these assholes from the comfort of my home office.
“We don’t offer insurance,” I remind him. “There’s no liability on my end.”
He nods, his throat working on a swallow, his eyes darting between me and Lauren who still has her gun trained on him, still undecided if shooting him is the wrong choice.
I place my hand over the top of the weapon, and despite looking annoyed that I’m taking her choice away, she lowers it.
“Can’t risk the police getting called,” I tell her before turning my attention back to Liam.
“I can explain. Well, I’ll do my best to explain,” he says.
The front door opens at his back.
“We’re closed,” I snap as a young woman steps forward.
“Jesus Christ,” Lauren says at the exact same time I realize I recognize the woman.
The other woman looks up at Liam for answers.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap. “Why is the senator’s missing daughter in my fucking office right now?”
Liam swallows again, and I know Lauren is getting ready to make good on her promise, with no regard to whether the police get called or not.
Raya, the twenty-two-year-old recent college graduate and daughter of Texas Senator Thomas Reed, steps forward with the entitled air of someone who grew up being handed everything in life. She’s been missing for the last several weeks, and the manhunt for whoever took her has been on every news station daily, from here to the fucking Canadian border.
She hitches a thumb toward Liam. “He’s the one who kidnapped me.”
THE END