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)
Her hands grip my suit coat as I deepen the kiss. I push my tongue past her lips, getting that strawberry taste I’ve been dying for. She lets out one of those moans that has been branded into my mind. I’ve woken up many nights finding myself fucking my own damn mattress because I was in the middle of a dream of me eating her cunt, causing me to come all over myself.
With all the strength I have I release her mouth, stepping back from her. My girl is a runner and I don’t want to push her too far today. I lick my lips, wanting more. That little taste has done nothing to soothe my craving for her. I reach down, adjusting myself. Her eyes go to my dick and I know from the look in them that I could have her flat on the sofa behind her in seconds with me inside of her.
As much as I want that to happen, I can’t let this be a repeat of our first night together. She reaches up, touching her swollen lips. I kissed her hard, wanting her to remember me after I walk out of here.
“Your long walks around buildings better not be on some dating site profile somewhere,” I tell her. Her eyebrows furrow together like she doesn't know what I’m talking about. It only takes her a second to catch up.
“I’m single. I can do what I want.”
“You’re not fucking single.”
“I—”
Fuck it. I cut her off again with another kiss, this one more possessive than the last. When I pull away, her breathing is heavy. Her eyes are filled with lust.
“You're mine.”
She nods her head. I’m not sure she’s knows what she’s agreeing to or if she’s still lost in that kiss, but fuck if it doesn't do shit to my insides that I can make her like that.
“Lock the door behind me,” I say. She opens her mouth, I think to protest me leaving, but stops herself. I give my girl one last look before I head out.
It takes everything I have to walk out that door without her but I know that she needs time to process what’s happening. I need time to get myself under control before I do something that sends her running all over again.
5
Amelia
“I can’t believe he just left,” Mia says from the other end of the line with a huff in her voice. I’m lying in bed with my laptop open and her on speaker phone. My mind is racing in a million different directions, thinking about what happened with Ethan.
Nothing has changed in the three months since I last saw him. He’s still as handsome as ever and my body is still drawn to him. The problem is that I want way more than that with him and even though he said all the right words, he doesn't know that there’s a baby in the mix yet, which changes everything.
“What’s wrong, angel?” I hear Max ask in the background. I’m sure Mia has a huffy look on her face to match mine, which isn't normal. She’s always smiling even when we are in the middle of a spy mission.
“Men are weird. That’s what’s wrong,” she snips at him. Mia never snips at anyone and I know her pregnancy hormones are in full effect. I don’t think I’ve experienced any real hormonal effects yet from this pregnancy, but I could be wrong.
“I’ll get you an ice cream sandwich,” Max offers, knowing that will do the trick. Mia can’t resist one of those.
“Those are my favorite.” Her voice goes sweeter than ice cream. I melt a little inside at their interaction, wishing that I had someone to go through this with me. Mia is lucky to have a loving husband at her side every step of the way during her pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong; I’m happy for my friend. I don’t say any of these things from a bad place.
It’s just that every time I’m reminded of where she is and where I am in this whole thing, I realize how little I actually have planned. Especially after tonight and what happened with Ethan. All he did was say that I was his, kiss the crap out of me and then leave. What does that even mean? “Do you want one, too?” Mia asks, like I’m sitting right next to her and not across town.
“No,” I lie, because if I say yes she’ll want to bring me one and Max will end up sending one of his staff to bring over one single ice cream sandwich, which is ridiculous.
“I came to bring you this,” Max says, followed by a kissing sound. “I’ll be back with your ice cream.”
“I got the file.” I can hear Mia rustling through the papers. “There isn't much.” If there is something to be found on Ethan, Max is our best bet in finding it. He and I have grown close since he and Mia got married. We have a great relationship and I know that he would spare no expense to get all the information he could for me.