Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
But if she thinks she was sleeping, that’s better.
Sam and Henderson would look at me with disapproval, and in Henderson’s case, he’d beg me to finally follow Dr. Blaine’s recommendations before it’s too late.
But I’ll chase this until the very end.
I join her on the short walk to the beach. It’s late afternoon and the sun has started its descent on the horizon, painting the sky in a shock of yellow and orange.
My wife takes off her shoes and patters on the white sand, then dips her toes in the jade-colored water.
She lets her shoes drop as she gasps. “This is so breathtaking.”
“Breathtaking indeed,” I say, my eyes focused on the soft slopes of her face. The charm radiating from her stabs my armor and slashes a crack that’s much more fatal than the previous ones.
“The water is still warm.” She kicks it with her toes, then she whips her head in my direction with a smirk before she splashes my trousers. “Oops. I just wanted you to feel the water.”
“Ava…”
She crouches and grabs a handful of water, then throws it at my chest with a laugh. “We’ve got to include your shirt in case it gets jealous. Is the water warm or what?”
My hand shoots up in her direction, but she darts away at the last second and a squeal rips from her throat as she runs along the beach. Her blonde strands fly with the breeze as the waves softly break on the shore.
I’m hot on her heels in seconds. I’m walking fast and with purpose in the beginning, but then I kick away my shoes and jog after her.
My wife glances behind her and another startled squeal bubbles out.
She picks up her pace, running as fast as her legs will allow.
My natural instinct to hunt rushes to the surface, shrouded in red-hot smoke. I catch up to her in no time, but I keep my pace steady and my breathing leveled.
If I get too excited, I might actually hurt that porcelain skin and shatter her breakable existence.
More than you’re already doing?
The voice that used to be quieter has somehow gotten louder in the past couple of weeks.
It has become bolder with each of her soft smiles and the growth of her gullible fucking trust. It’s been shaking my foundation every time she’s held on to me for support, every time she’s looked at me with those huge eyes that hold the vain hopes of a naive woman.
Maybe she needs to learn the hard way that she shouldn’t trust me.
Not when I don’t trust me.
“Oh my God! Stop chasing me. It’s scary!” She laughs and yelps but continues to run.
Like prey.
My prey.
“Eli, stop it—” her words end in a gasp when I grab her by the waist and lift her entirely off the sand, then set her back down.
My chest slams to her back as she breathes so heavily, she’s wheezing with each inhale.
I align my lips with her ear, reveling in the shudder that shakes her entire body. “Want to know why it was scary, Mrs. King? Because you acted like prey in front of a predator. If you don’t wish to be devoured, don’t run away.”
She turns around, a flush spreading on her cheeks, her hair wind-kissed and her lips a dark shade of her favorite color.
Broken beauty has always been the most haunting.
The most enticing, too.
“It was actually exciting to be chased. I liked it a little,” she whispers, then grinds against me. “Judging by your erection, you might have liked it a lot.”
And then Ava, who has more pride than the monarchy, lowers herself to her knees, fingers fumbling with my belt.
“What are you doing?”
“Lending you a hand—or, more accurately, a mouth.” She winks up at me and moistens her lips. “I’ve been told I’m brilliant at giving blowjobs.”
Hot black rage rushes to my limbs as she frees my hard cock—which obviously isn’t synchronized with my brain.
Her hands wrap around the base of my dick and she strokes me with a rotating motion. A zap of pleasure shoots down my spine, and my abs tighten.
“Mmm. You’re so big. I can’t believe I manage to fit this inside me.”
I sink my fingers into her hair, gathering it in a ponytail, and then yank her back not so gently. “I have no interest in your particular set of skills.”
She stares up at me while still absentmindedly stroking me. “I thought you never let me reciprocate because you didn’t want to look at me. But we’ve passed that, so what’s the issue?”
“I will not be another dick that praises your blowjob abilities.”
“Aw, you’re jealous, babe?”
I narrow my eyes and start to pull her up.
“What if I tell you that you’re the best dick I’ve ever seen? Because you totally are.” She actually fights me to stay in position. “Let me have a taste. Please.”