Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“You and me?”
“Yes, and the dogs, cats, and rabbits.”
He kept a lot of animals.
She smiled. “I’d like to get out. But there’s no way we can take a trip to the library?”
“Nope. You’re not going anywhere than where I am. I do have my orders.” He finished off his tea. “You really are a workaholic, aren’t you?”
“That’s me.”
“You do know that kind of shit isn’t healthy.”
“So I’ve been told.” She’d been working nonstop for as long as she could remember. Ever since she got her first acceptance for her first book, her life had been on the computer, typing away, working, making her job her entire life.
She had no friends, nothing.
Pushing her long, blonde locks out of the way, she smiled at him. “It’s all good.”
Mount kept on staring at her and she really didn’t know if his gaze was sexual or not.
“If William hadn’t stopped you, you’d still be working, wouldn’t you?”
“We’ll never know.” She got to her feet, hating his … look. It was like he was assessing her and didn’t like what he saw.
Did Mount even like women with a bit of weight on them? She glanced down at her body. Okay, a lot of weight?
It doesn’t matter what he likes. You’re not here to date.
****
Mount was very much aware of the curvy woman as she jumped into his truck. His dogs were back in the house as he needed the extra room for all the groceries and their food as well. With a storm coming, he always liked to be prepared.
Fucking William.
His friend knew what he was doing when he sent Meghan here. For the past five years, Mount had been alone in his little wilderness with no one to come and bother him. Now, everywhere he turned there seemed to be a reminder of this woman.
He hadn’t been with a woman in years and now Meghan had entered his world for a bit of relaxation, rest, and to gather her thoughts. That was what William said. She’d worked herself to the bone and he wouldn’t accept any more stories off her until she did as she was told.
She pulled on her seatbelt and he couldn’t help but admire her full, juicy thighs. They were made to be wrapped around his waist as he plowed into her. It wouldn’t be so hard to either. Her body looked soft in all the right places, and damn it, his cock had a mind of its own.
As he turned over the ignition, the sweet citrus scent of her perfume permeated the air, filling every single part of his soul as well. He hadn’t ached for anyone in years, or in fact, ever, yet this woman, she was driving him crazy. To know she was only down the hall, well, it wasn’t exactly easy. Even when he caught her walking around in her immature pajamas. It was all just a little too much at times.
Running a hand down his face, he continued down the path toward the main road that would lead into town. It was bumpy and every now and then he found himself drawn to the curves of her breasts. They were beautiful.
Full.
Ripe.
He could imagine licking at her nipples. If only he knew if they were large or small. It didn’t matter to him so long as they filled his mouth. He wanted to taste them. To consume her.
Get your head out of your dick.
There was no way he would allow himself even the merest temptation when it came to her. Meghan was a city girl. She’d been forced to him because of her boss. Now, he was only keeping an eye on her. Taking care of her. Only, he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that.
He tried to think of other things, but it was useless. All he could think about were those plump lips wrapped around his cock.
“Wow, this is bumpy,” she said, giving a little laugh. “It’s been so long since I went to a fairground. I feel like I’m on some kind of ride.”
He smiled. He adored her laugh. It was light, sweet, charming.
Entering the main road, he heard her sigh.
“I loved that. So, this storm. It’s going to snow, right?”
“Probably.”
“Will the house be warm enough?”
“It’s why I was cutting the logs.”
“Oh, yeah, I saw you.”
He glanced over at her and saw her grimace.
“I mean, I was looking out my bedroom window and I saw you cutting logs. Not like I was a bad stalker or anything. Just you know, observing.”
“I get it.”
“You do? That’s great. I’m not a weird person. So, Mount, tell me, do you miss … you know, not having to travel down a really rocky path to get to town?” she asked.
He caught her gaze on him. She had pretty blue eyes, and he loved her hair. Long, blonde, and wavy. It was so long, it was down to her ass.