Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I can hear Indy let out a sigh as the woman leaves. It has been a slow day here. I heard her talking to Cooper that she’s going to have to find another source of income to make this place work. She has some regular customers, and the place is staying afloat, but just barely. I hate that she’s not comfortable enough to come to me and tell me what’s going on. I know we’ll get to that point. I just hate that she feels we’re not there yet.
Indy opens the door and then lets out a small squeal of surprise when she finds me there.
“Jesus, Breaker. You scared the crap out of me,” she huffs, her hand slapping up against her heart. “What are you doing here?”
I grin at her. I’m reared back in her office chair, my feet on her desk, arms behind my head—relaxed like I don’t have a care in the world. “I missed you.”
“You missed me?” she laughs, closing the door, before walking into the room and tossing a file onto the sofa beside her.
“So fucking much that you wouldn’t believe it, Doc.”
“And just what brought this on?” she asks, barely able to keep the giggling out of her question. This is how my woman should be. I don’t want her worrying about anything. I want to see this happiness on her face for the rest of my life.
“I’ve been trying to work on the new handicap ramp I’m building and instead, all I’ve been able to think about all day is the way my woman looked this morning when she was on her knees in front of me.”
“Is that right?” she drawls, a smile spreading across her face as she comes to stand in front of me.
I sit up, reaching out and putting a hand on each of her hips. I pull her down onto my lap. She curls into me at once, her legs resting over one armrest. She wore a comfortable cotton dress today. It’s really warm outside—especially for this time of year. Plus, Indy said she wasn’t going to be really busy and just wanted comfort. I don’t know why she told me all of that while she got dressed, but part of me kind of liked it. I told her that for me, she could always wear dresses because it gave me easier access to play with her. I wasn’t kidding. Right now, with my woman in my arms, I must admit that she looks even better than she had in my imagination all day.
“Oh, yeah. I can’t get out of my head how good she looked with those plump, full, red lips opened wide, stretching over my cock as it disappeared deep into her throat,” I rumble, my cock rock hard. I’ve been wanting more all day. If Tinny hadn’t been awake this morning, Indy would have been late getting to work.
“I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about it, too,” she admits.
“Really?” I question, my fingers gathering her dress in my hand as I slide under the hemline. The minute I touch soft, warm skin, I let out a hiss. I caress her thigh with a satisfaction filling me that is hard to describe. “Tell me, Doc. If I rip these panties off you, are they going to be wet?” As I ask, I trail a couple fingers down to her inner thigh—which I note is already damp. I ease my hand to the silky material and let my eyes capture hers.
“I’m not sure, Breaker. That’s something you might need to investigate,” she responds softly, her voice full of passion.
“Fuck, I was really hoping that would be your answer,” I purr. “Take the dress off, Doc. I want to see my woman naked before I stretch her out over this desk and fuck her.”
I feel the tremble that moves through her body. I close my eyes for a second, savoring the sweetness. Indy responds to me perfectly. We belong together and I think she’s finally realizing that—especially after we talked things through on the way into town the day we went to get supplies.
“It will have to be quick. Cooper and Iva will be bringing Tinny back in about an hour.”
“Oh, I can be quick, honey. I just don’t like to be where you’re involved. Still, for now, I’ll fuck you hard and fast, bending you over and slapping your fantastic ass as you take my cock. Later, I’ll show you just how slow I can go.”
“God,” she whimpers.
My fingers have moved between her legs, petting the silky fabric at her center. Indy’s not just wet, she’s drenched. I’m already imagining how it will feel to thrust into her. She’s always so hot, tight, and ready, her cunt squeezing my cock like a fucking vise as I claim her.