Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“You ready?”
I nod and follow him out the door. The community center is on the other side of town, but it doesn’t take any time to get there. As soon as we’re there, we get to work. There are people scheduled to come for interviews. A few painting companies are coming to put their bids in because the whole interior needs to be painted, and while we wait, I walk room to room with King, telling him my ideas. We go over everything, and it makes me feel good that King seems to like my plans.
“You can tell me no. You know that, right?”
He shrugs, his eyes set on my face even though I’ve caught him staring at my ass more times than not. “Yeah, I know, but why would I? You have some great ideas.”
I look at him doubtfully, but before I can say anything, the front door opens. I look at my watch. “That’s probably the painters.”
King and I make our way to the front of the building, and sure enough, there’s a man waiting for us. “Hi. I’m Pete with Quality Painters.” The man lets his gaze travel down my body and then back up again. I clasp my hands together in front of me. King comes to stand beside me, and by the tense look on his face, it’s obvious he saw the man looking at me too. “Hello. I’m Haven and this is my husband, Ridge.” I turn to King. “Honey, would you care to show Pete around and tell him what we’re wanting to do?”
“I’d be happy to.”
I’m standing over my notebook as the two men disappear to the back of the building. It isn’t long before they come to the front and Pete is leaving, telling us he’ll get the bid in soon.
As soon as Pete walks out the door, King crowds me. “I’m going to have to hire a bodyguard.”
His nostrils are flared as he stares down at me. “A bodyguard?” I ask, incredulous.
He grabs my hand and holds it, rubbing his fingers over the ring. “Fuck, I thought the ring was big enough, but some guys don’t care. I don’t like the way he looked at you. How am I supposed to leave you here when there are men like that wanting what’s mine?”
Maybe I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I am, but it feels good to have a man want me the way King does. He doesn’t try to hide it or his attraction to me. He acts as if he’s proud that I’m his wife and wants everyone to know it. King doesn’t have to worry about me with other men because no one compares to him. “I don’t want them.”
He growls with possession in his eyes. “Tell me you’re mine, peaches.”
I laugh. “I don’t know what else I gotta do, King. I married you. I have your ring on my finger. I woke up in your arms… I’m yours.”
He gruffs, “Yes, you are.”
We stand here staring at each other, neither one of us moving. He’s staring at my lips, and finally I ask him, “What are you looking at?”
“Your pretty mouth.”
I stutter, “My mouth?”
He leans down and repeats it. “Your pretty mouth.”
He lifts his hand and traces his finger around my lips. It’s so sensual that my nipples pebble and there’s a pull in my lower belly.
I’m breathless as I ask him, “Are you going to kiss me… or what?”
His hands come to my waist, and he pulls me flush to his body. My heart starts to race, and I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. He cups my face in his hands and leans down, pressing his lips to mine.
He takes complete possession of my mouth and is relentless as he kisses me until I’ve leaned into him and let him consume me. The kiss is intense, and I meet him stroke for stroke with my tongue. Heat envelops me as he circles his arms around my body and cradles me against him.
I slide my hands to his waist, lifting his shirt and putting my hands against his bare skin. He sucks in a breath and pulls away with a groan when he rests his forehead against mine. I’m doing my best to catch my breath, and when I open my eyes, he pulls back. “You’re an obsession, peaches.”
I swallow hard because I could say the same thing about him.
22
KING
I lie as still as I can, but it’s nearly impossible. Haven slept in our bed last night, and even though we started out on opposite sides of the bed, she’s now on top of me.
She’s still asleep, but she has my leg fitted between hers, and she’s sliding her panty-covered pussy against my leg. I bite my lip to stifle the groan, but I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. My cock is hard, seeping precum, and with each slide of her pussy against me, I get harder.