Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
A flush of heat traveled up her body as the realization set in. She knew exactly what he could do to her body. She slipped away, scribbled some semi-coherent words on a paper, and taped it to the front glass door. Then she locked up.
He had a wicked smile on his face when she returned to him. “You have a back room in this floral shop?”
“I do.”
Robert nodded thoughtfully. “Care to give me a tour?”
“Sure.” She led the way into her little private work and storage area in the back room. Her coolers held a variety of popular flowers and some custom orders she was working on.
She watched his reactions as he strolled around, taking everything in. It must be small and insignificant to a man like him. But she was proud of what she’d created completely on her own with a mix of loans, blood, sweat, and lots of tears.
“Nice. Very nice,” he said.
She narrowed her eyes. As much as she wanted to accept him on his word, her suspicions always got the better of her. “Are you mocking me?”
He stopped and turned, his face stoic. “I knew you were difficult, but you’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?”
Before she could respond he turned her around to face her stainless-steel arrangement table, shackling her wrists behind her. His breath was on her neck, hot and titillating. He pushed her forward, pressing her upper body against the cool table.
He used his free hand to slip under her skirt from behind. Robert slid two fingers past the thin material of her panties and impaled them deeply into her cunt. She moaned, sinking down onto his fingers, needing so much more.
“Eventually you’re going to trust me, Karlee. I already told you I can be patient.” He finger-fucked her until she thought she’d spontaneously combust, then slid his moistened thumb into her asshole. She gasped, but he held her down firmly so she couldn’t escape. “You don’t trust easily, you’re wary of men. I’ll make sure you have zero doubts when it comes to me. When it comes to us.”
She loved the sound of that.
He released her wrists and flipped up her skirt over her hips, stomping her panties down to her feet. She heard the metal of his belt clang and then his zipper. She braced herself for what was coming, what she hoped was coming.
Robert teased her sensitive folds with the wide head of his cock—over and over until she was begging him to fuck her. When he finally impaled her pussy from behind, she let out a silent gasp. She felt so full, so completely dominated by him. Karlee reached out for anything to anchor her as he pistoned in and out of her from behind. The man was a machine. Several items fell to the ground, but the table was bolted to the floor, giving him the perfect leverage to fuck her hard and fast.
He reached around and expertly toyed with her clit. The dual stimulation was making her nearly delirious. There was no way she’d last long, not today. Not after seeing him for the first time in a month.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you milk my cock.” When he growled, an animalistic sound, it pushed her over that final edge. She screamed out loud as wave after wave of pulsing heat rocked her to the core. His comforting coo was close to her ear, easing her back into the present.
She pushed up and turned around, brushing her hair off her face.
“What was that?” she asked, almost breathless. Now that she’d given in, again, she really hoped this wasn’t a one-nighter repeat. She had zero willpower when it came to Robert Black.
“That was me claiming what’s mine.”
Karlee thought about it for a second, then nodded. “I can live with that.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her atop the head. “Dinner tonight? We have a lot to talk about. This time no games. And no running away.”
“I close at six.”
“Then I’ll pick you up at seven. Pack a bag because I’m taking you home with me after.”
“Should I even bother to argue?” she teased.
“I need my florist on call 24/7. Seems she doesn’t only have my business, but also my heart.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Black. I’m all yours.”
The End