Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Walker lowered to his haunches and took my nipple into his mouth. The pull of his warm mouth, sucking and licking at the chocolate, caused sensation to streak down my belly and deep to the apex of my thighs. I choked back a cry and grasped onto his shoulders, fingers biting into his warm, hard muscle as he took my other breast in his mouth. Once I was swollen and throbbing, his lips moved down my stomach, lapping up any stray bits of chocolate.
As his tongue touched my lower belly, I whimpered, and the sound seemed to break the hold on Walker’s patient seduction. Suddenly, he tore my nightdress down my hips and I heard his quick intake of breath when he discovered I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He yanked my right thigh up and over his shoulder, and I had to grasp onto the counter to steady myself as he buried his head between my legs and feasted on me. I bit my lip against the groans and cries lodged in my throat, undulating against Walker’s talented tongue.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, knowing that word from my lips did something to him.
His grip on my thigh turned bruising as he lifted his head to look up at me. “Need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” I reminded him.
Fire blazed in his eyes as he stood to his feet, lifted me into his arms, and crossed the room to rest my ass on top of the small table in the corner of the kitchen. Need rushed through me in desperate flickering flames as he shut the kitchen door to muffle whatever noise we were about to make.
As soon as he returned, Walker pushed down his jeans, spread my thighs, and curled them around his hips to surge into me.
The overwhelming fullness was perfect.
I rested my hands behind me, arching into his thrusts. He bared his teeth as his fiery eyes watched the way my breasts shook and trembled with every drive.
“Fuck, look at you,” he gritted out.
“Harder,” I panted, my head falling back as the table bumped against the wall with every stroke.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I lifted my head, eyes hooded.
Walker’s face was etched with a sexy harshness that made me gasp as he thrust into me, so hard and deep, I had to bite my lip to stifle my cries.
My thighs trembled with tension and my arms ached from holding myself up against his powerful drives. Nothing else mattered. All my worries and insecurities were obliterated beneath his domineering and all-encompassing desire.
“You’re mine,” he growled as his hips slammed against mine. “I’m yours and you’re mine. Say it, Sloane. You’re mine.”
The orgasm exploded through me. Goddamn fireworks lighting up my freaking eyelids kind of exploding. My inner muscles clamped down hard on Walker, throbbing around him in voluptuous tugs that made him collapse over me, his forehead resting on my shoulder as my climax wrenched his own from him.
His hips shuddered, and he pulsed and released inside me.
“Oh, fuck.” Walker gasped against my skin, his grip bruising. He groaned my name as he trembled through his orgasm.
I shivered, my thighs quivering around his waist as he pressed his lips to my shoulder and pumped his hips a few more times. “I’m yours,” I whispered.
He lifted his head, his face slack with wonder. “I’m yours,” he promised me back.
And at that moment of blissful release, I desperately wanted to believe him.
Thirty-Four
WALKER
The school hall, like last December, was packed with pupils, teachers, parents, and friends. They bustled among the tables of baked goods being sold by the pupils and their families. Last year, I’d attended because Brodan was here to help the kids rehearse for their school play, and I was working as his private security. Now, I wanted to be here for Sloane and Callie and had taken the day off work to help them set up.
I frowned at the prices Sloane was writing onto bits of cards for each item she’d baked.
Not this again.
I held my palm out for the marker. “Give it here.”
She grinned up at me. “You overprice everything.”
“Woman, you underprice everything. You’ll need to up your prices once you open your own place.” I took the end of the marker between my fingers and she released it with a mock exasperated sigh.
“A bakery isn’t a school bake sale.” She gaped at the price I wrote for the cupcakes. “That’s extortion.”
“You get what you pay for.” I propped the card next to the cupcakes and moved on to the madeleines. “They’re not buying crispy cakes. They’re buying from a professional bloody baker.”
Callie giggled at my side.
Sloane cleared her throat, and I glanced over at the husky sound of it as she replied, “I’m not technically a professional baker.” That gleam of outright adoration in her eyes made me want to kiss her inappropriately.