Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Here we go,” Miley said.
Willow opened her eyes, and much to her surprise, she saw two women entering.
“Well, well, well, this is a sight,” one of the women said, rubbing her hands together.
Willow recognized her as a regular customer from her grandmother’s place.
Two customers were a start, and while she and Miley helped them to locate the fabrics they were looking for, more people arrived. Carson had told Peter he was to help with the cutting of fabrics.
By lunchtime, their opening had been a huge success. Willow didn’t know if it was because of her husband as he’d removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and had started to cut the necessary lengths of fabric the women had wanted.
Willow knew he’d taken care of the problem. The person who had set fire to her grandmother’s place was no longer living. She didn’t know how she knew this exactly, just that she did. Willow thought it would bother her, but she had come to accept Carson for who he was. She understood the frightened glances from people and had even seen them take a wide berth to get away from him—none of that mattered to her.
“When you find someone you love, you learn to love them for all of their quirks. There is no turning back from love, sweetheart.”
Her grandmother always had words of wisdom to share.
“Look, Willow, if you don’t love someone straightaway, that’s fine, because let’s face it, if they’re great in bed, nothing else matters.”
Willow couldn’t help but smile at that one. She had been so mortified. That had been the first day she had met Carson. Throughout the day, she felt herself drawn to him.
Not once did he give those women the smile that she had come to know and love. He didn’t glance down their bodies, with the knowledge he’d be balls-deep inside them later. No, those knowing smiles, those intense looks were all for her. It was hard for her to miss.
By the end of the day, she was tired and her feet hurt. She let Miley and Peter go, knowing that Carson would always have other men watching the shop. He had told her he’d be able to see her all the time with the security system he had built in. Carson had also admitted that whenever he wanted, in the old shop, he could see her as well. There were also three men, paid to simply watch the shop in different locations. Again, she didn’t mind. This was what Carson wanted.
Sliding the locks into place, Willow spun around and looked at her husband.
“Well, are you still nervous?” he asked. His gaze went from her eyes, down, lingering on her tits, then on her round stomach, going toward her pussy, then down to her feet and back up again.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“Why?”
“Because, I’ve never seen you look at another woman like that before. I know you only look at me like that, and I have to wonder what’s going through your head as you’re looking at me.” She tilted her head to the side.
He chuckled. “I’m thinking about you naked, knowing I’m going to strip you naked, spread those perfect thighs open, touch that sweet clit, and have you come in my mouth, and then, I’m going to come inside your cunt.” He took a step toward her then another, then another, until he was close to her. “Your very fertile cunt, which is all mine.” He pressed his nose against her neck. “And I have to say, Willow, I want to fuck you so damn badly right now.”
“Then do,” she said.
Her pussy was soaking wet. Her need came over her instantly, and there was no getting away from it.
Carson took her hand and she had no choice but to follow him, not that it was a problem. She would follow him anywhere. He led the way out of the main store, to their office. There was no need to close the door. The desk was completely bare, apart from the computer on top.
Carson moved her toward the desk and placed her hands flat on the surface. “Don’t move.”
He lifted the bottom of her dress and then she felt the panties she wore being tugged. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air and she released a gasp of surprise. Should she have been surprised? He always abused her panties like this. Carson hated her wearing them, but then, she loved to feel him tearing them off.
His hand cupped between her thighs, his finger gliding through her slit, teasing her clit, and then delving into her pussy.
“You’re soaking wet, baby. Have you been thinking about me all day?”
“Yes,” she said, moaning his name as he moved his fingers up to tease her clit.
“Good, because I know I’ve been thinking about you.” He strummed her clit and she felt close to exploding. The pleasure was intense. “Come for me, Willow.”