Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
He runs his finger up the inside of my thigh, driving all other thoughts from my mind. Lennox slides one finger into my core, and my inner muscles resist as he attempts to press deeper.
When he presses his thumb against my clit, an orgasm blasts through me.
I black out and come to when he places me against the soft pillow. Lennox devours my mouth, and I barely notice when he presses his erection to my wet opening. As he slowly pushes forward, a sharp pain cuts through me, but he rubs on my clit and pleasure overrides the tiny discomfort.
“Move faster.”
“Demanding little spitfire.” He chuckles against the side of my neck before thrusting deeper. My nails dig into his shoulders as he slowly repeats the motion over and over again. The pleasure quickly builds as I hold on for the wild ride.
“Come with me.” He stares down into my eyes as another climax roars through me. Lennox throws back his head and shouts my name while his release empties deep inside my pussy.
The stream of morning light slicing through the curtains is too freaking bright. I try to peel my eyes open, but they refuse. There’s a moment of blissful disorientation as reality unfurls around me, and I slowly register just where I am.
As I stir, I feel the warmth of Lennox’s body pressed against my back, solid and comforting with his arm draped protectively over me. A smile breaks out on my face as the soreness in my girly parts reminds me of what happened last night.
A grumble next to my head has me finally opening my eyes. I turn my head slightly to glance at the little stinker perched on my pillow, glaring at me.
With a disgruntled snort, Chewy lifts his furry little paw and smacks it against my cheek, like a furry alarm clock set to spite me. I squint at him, and he narrows his beady little brown eyes back at me, head held high as if he's judging my very existence.
He huffs, turning away from me with all the dramatic flair of a nine-pound diva. It’s clear he’s in a snit about being left alone in the living room last night while I was in another world with Lennox, who must have opened the bedroom door for him at some point. Who knew the little fluff ball could pack such a punch?
Chapter 7
Lennox
I wake up in the sprawling comfort of my bed, the sheets tousled and tangled around my legs as the morning light seeps through the blinds. For a brief moment, I bask in the warmth and silence, half-dreaming and half-waking until I realize something is off. I reach over, instinctively expecting to find Willow curled against me, but the space beside me is empty.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, pushing the sheets aside and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I throw on a pair of old sweatpants before heading out to find my spitfire.
I step out of the bedroom and make my way down the hallway, treading softly as I keep my ears open for any sounds. The house is unnervingly quiet, without even the soft patter of Chewy’s little paws racing toward a window or sniffing at the baseboards.
I make my way down the hall, hearing little grumbling yips coming from the kitchen. As I round the corner, the sight greets me like a jolt straight to the cock. Willow standing at the counter wearing nothing but my black t-shirt is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way she stands there, eyes bright and hair slightly disheveled, completely at ease in my home causes my heart to turn over in my chest.
“Good morning!” she chirps, and just her voice sends a rush of heat through my veins. There's something about the way she smiles at me that turns my insides to jelly.
“Morning,” I manage to get out, my throat suddenly dry. I can’t pull my eyes away from her. My gorgeous little spitfire walked right out of my fantasies and into my life. Suddenly, breathing feels like a challenge.
That’s it. I’m done holding back. I stride over, closing the distance between us in the blink of an eye. Before she can register what’s happening, I lift her up into my arms, and she squeaks in surprise.
“What are you doing?” Willow laughs, a perfect mix of amusement and surprise, her eyes wide as I carry her toward my bedroom, ignoring the shock on her face.
“I’m feeling dirty. I thought we could shower together,” I say, a rough grin spreading across my face. “And get even dirtier.”
“I like the way you think.” she shoots back, but there’s an undeniable thrill in her voice.
“Whatever plans you had, they can wait. This is a priority,” I reply, kicking the door shut behind us without a second thought.