Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“We’ll be here from now on,” Monroe, states pulling in a deep breath. Watching him with his eyes soft on Maggie I vow to hold him to that declaration.
Chapter 9
Maggie
Bullets don’t stop bossy
Shouting, “Are you almost ready?” toward the bathroom, I walk across the bedroom to the closet while zipping up the back of my tight black pencil skirt.
“I still think you should stay home.”
My hand pauses on my top hanging on a hook near the closet, and I look over my shoulder at Sven, who is leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
“I’m not staying home. I’ve been gone for two days, and yesterday we took care of my family stuff, which means for two days, I haven’t been to the club. And although you keep things organized, you don’t always make sure everything that needs to be ordered is ordered,” I tell him, watching his eyes narrow in a way that proves I’m right, even if he’ll never admit it.
“Would you ever consider moving?”
Caught off-guard by his question, I ask, “What?” while taking my sheer, dark pink blouse off the hanger and slipping it on over my thin cami.
“Would you ever consider moving somewhere else?” he asks when I turn to face him, buttoning the buttons of my shirt.
“Somewhere else, like where?” I ask, studying him and wondering where this is coming from.
“Tennessee?”
“Where you grew up?” I prompt. He’s talked about his hometown a lot, and about the family he grew up with, and I know he misses them, even if he doesn’t say it.
“Yeah.” He nods, uncrossing his arms and pushing away from the door.
“Do you want to move?” I question as he gets closer, and then start backing up when his eyes drop to my fingers working the buttons over my breasts then darken. “Stay back. I need to get ready.” I hold out a hand, hoping to keep him at bay.
“I think I should just keep you tied to the bed,” he mutters, trapping my hand between us as my back hits the wall, and his hands wrap around my waist and slide back over my ass, pulling my hips into his.
Whispering, “That’s not going to happen,” I bite my lip as his mouth travels down my throat. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I push. “Sven.”
“I’m right here, baby.”
“We have to leave for work,” I moan as his hand slides down my hip, up my thigh, and under my skirt, and as he pushes the lace of my panties to the side, his fingers zero in on my clit with such accuracy that my hips buck.
“You may have forgotten, but I’m the boss.” He nips my ear. “Promise if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you keep your job.” His lips travel down my neck and my eyes slide closed.
Running my hands up his neck into his hair, my fingers tangle with the strands and I pull back until his eyes meet mine.
“We really need to—” Words lodge in my throat as two thick fingers enter me and his mouth crashes down on mine. Thrusting his tongue into my mouth, his thumb circles my clit and his fingers work faster until I’m riding his hand.
“Give it to me,” he demands against my mouth, and I do.
My core convulses, sucking his fingers deeper as I orgasm hard, my eyes slide closed, my head falls back against the wall, and my body turns liquid.
“One taste,” he whispers, pulling back, and his hands bunch my skirt up over my hips and he drops to his knees in front of me. Looking down the length of my body, I watch him press his nose into the juncture between my thighs then he rips my panties to the side and his tongue comes out, lapping at my folds. Watching his eyes close, my head falls back against the wall once more. There is nothing better than him touching me, nothing better than seeing him enjoy my body.
“Sven,” I whisper, grabbing onto the top of his head so I don’t fall over when his tongue moves rapidly against my clit and his thumbs spread me open. I’m close, so close. Rising up on my tiptoes, the feeling of his mouth on me starts to overwhelm me. Hearing a loud smack sound in the quiet room, my eyes fly open and my core convulses as the sting of his hand settles into the skin of my thigh. Tilting my head back down toward him, our eyes lock and he smacks me once more, this time harder, the sting and the look in his eyes sending me into an orgasm that has my body lighting up from the inside out, every cell detonating at the same time, sending me into the stratosphere. I don’t even realize it’s me making the whimpering noises I hear until I recognize that Sven is shushing me as he holds me in his lap on the floor. Opening my eyes, I try to catch my breath then bury my face against his neck as tears fill my eyes.