Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
She jerks her head up to look at me. I’m smiling down at her.
“You’re teasing me?”
“I want you to relax.” I lean down, kissing her gently. Not pushing for more but wanting her to know how much I want her. I tuck her hair behind her ear, kissing her on the tip of her nose. If my brother could see me now, he’d never let it go. To be honest, I wouldn't give a shit. I smile about all his teasing I’m going to have to endure. I look forward to it. She’s almost mine. I can feel it in my bones.
The elevator dings. I drop my hands away from her face, taking her hand in mine as I lead her to her door.
“Neily home?” I ask the question I already know the answer to. The quirky girl with glasses has taken a liking to the world's best MMA fighter. She hasn't had a chance to tell my girl about it, so I keep it to myself. Who would have thought that those two would hit it off? I only know because it all started in my club. I may have dug a little more than I should have into their business but only because it involved Neily. I always need to make sure my girl is safe and that means knowing what's going on around her. Plus, if Neily gets hurt, my girl gets hurt. I make it my business that my girl never gets hurt. I don’t care if Tomas Hitman Holiday is undefeated in the ring. No one does well against a baseball bat. You just gotta get the drop on them.
“No, she’s been acting weird,” Alyssa says as she unlocks her door. “But I’m not sure if I can call it that because Neily is always a little strange. Let’s just say it’s more than usual.” She turns off the alarm. I let the door fall closed behind me, locking it.
“You sure you don’t have to be at work?” She flicks her gaze to the windows. The sun has almost fully set now, which is usually the time I head into the club. But there is no way I’m going to work tonight or anytime soon, for that matter.
“Are you trying to get me to leave?” I tease her, taking a step toward her. She rests her hands on my chest.
“No, but in my small amount of stalking I know you work a lot.”
“True, but not tonight.” I pick her up. She lets out a giggle that goes straight to my dick. Could she get any fucking sweeter? I start to take her over to the sofa but she stops me.
“Bedroom,” she says before she kisses me. Some of her shyness is fading away. She’s growing more comfortable with me. I can tell by some of the small things she’s doing that she’s beginning to let me in a little more. I’ll take every inch she’ll give me and hopefully she’ll do the same when I slide my cock into her sweet pussy. I lay her down on her bed, coming down on top of her, unable to let her mouth go. Since the moment I saw her, this woman has owned me and now she is going to let me have her in every way.
“Sean.” She breathes my name against my lips, trying to catch her breath. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“I told you, cupcake, you don’t ever have to do anything.” Besides never try to leave me again. I slip down her body, stripping each piece of clothing from her. My mouth traces over each lush curve of her. My hands are everywhere. I want to go slow but I want to touch every single part of her. To taste her sweet cum on my tongue again. To slide my cock into her until it finds her sweet spot, making her scream my name in pleasure over and over again.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispers. The desperation in her voice is music to my ears, letting me know she needs me as much as I do her. Her body is begging for me to be inside her. She pulls at my shirt. I lean up, helping her take it off of me.
Her delicate fingers trace my chest for a moment before lowering to my belt. I let her undo it, pulling it from my slacks and dropping it to the floor. When she goes for the button next, I let her, but grab her wrist when she gets my zipper down. I don’t want to frighten her. She’s going to take every inch of me in that sweet cunt of hers that she’s never allowed another man to touch.
Knowing this gives me the most barbaric caveman thoughts. It’s irrational and fucking crazy, but giving a shit about being a sane man went out the window as soon as I laid eyes on her. There was nothing I wouldn't have done to have her. Now, there is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her.