Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
His eyes travel over my face, and I can tell he believes me when his gaze goes soft. "Don't like people fucking with you."
"And I appreciate that." I purposely emphasize the word.
"Baby, I hate this happened, but—" he pauses and I finish for him.
"… let myself out of my shell and lost my mind? Verbally vomited to a basic stranger and filled you both way into my personal business?"
"How about let loose and let yourself shine through?"
"Guess so." I shrug.
"I enjoyed it."
"Well, considering I've had a complete emotional rollercoaster this morning, I'm hoping for a brief reprieve today."
"What are you thinking?"
"No more sledgehammer or lifting anything over two pounds?"
"We can do that. One day rest period for a rookie is acceptable."
"Should we get back to my house?"
"Soon." He dips down and kisses me gently. "I have a lot of questions, Princess. One is bugging me most."
"Ask."
"How much money is this guy trying to hold on to?"
I bite my lower lip, sliding my eyes to the side, and deciding. Miller will not betray me like the serpents in my old life. I bring my eyes back to him and let it out, "A little over six-hundred thousand. That’s only in that specific firm, not counting my other savings plans. I've been smart with investments."
He jolts, his face going hard. "We'll get that money from the motherfucker if I have to make a personal visit."
"That won't be necessary."
He studies me again, and a wicked grin slides across his lips.
"What are you grinning about?"
"My Princess, who brings on the hottest bitch, making me hard each time, is also loaded."
It sinks in, and a brief giggle escapes before I fall directly into his chest. My muscles scream at me, but I ignore their protest and laugh until tears run down my cheeks.
Chapter 11
Miller
"Fuck!" My cock lurches, balls tighten, and I let go, the rush flooding out of me.
For a brief second, stars spot my vision as my whole body spasms. Watching Ashlyn's lips wrapped around my dick, taking it so deep I lost her eyes as she worked me. Every single time she sucks me off is a hit to my resistance.
"Good morning." She crawls slowly up my body, circling her tongue over her lips. My dick jumps, hard and ready to go again. She notices, grinning contently. "Your stamina is impressive."
"Keep crawling, baby. Want your pussy on my face."
A blush creeps up her neck, and she stops moving, shaking her head. "We're gonna do things my way this morning."
"Figured we already did when I woke up with my dick down your throat."
"You're especially mouthy."
"I like control and, baby, the second I hit the back of your throat I lost that."
"Mmhmm, I'm aware of your control issues. That's why I had to get creative."
"You proud of yourself?"
"Very proud, surprising you is serious business. Took some planning."
"Princess—"
She places a finger to my lips, her green eyes filling with mischief. "My way."
Her knees open, straddling my hips at the same time she sits up.
"Fuck, Jesus help me," I hiss when the wet heat of her pussy slides along my shaft.
"Say the word." She whips my shirt over her head, tossing it to the side.
My eyes travel over her naked chest, landing on the deep purple mark on the side of her nipple. A sense of possession pulses through me as I run a finger over it.
She pushes down hard, bringing my eyes back to her face. "Baby, you're playing with fire."
She rocks back and forth, bracing her hands on my abs. "I'm just trying to get your attention."
"You always have my attention."
"Yes, but you don't listen very well. Since this is our last morning together for a few days, I'm offering you the chance to…"
Even with my dick pulsing against her, my blood races for a different reason. I grip her ribcage, careful not to hurt her, and flip us. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"My parents want me at the hotel with them. They want to spend time with me."
"I can understand that. They get all day, but at night you're in my bed."
"It may be better if we ease them into this." Her feet link around my waist, and she traces my jaw gently.
"This," I emphasize the word and move to brace above her, cradling her neck, "is exactly why they are coming. We're not hiding."
"You said that already, and I agreed that it's not fair to hide everything from them. But this is a bit of a jump. It'll be… better… if I stay with them."
In the last few weeks, I've paid close attention, learning a lot about Ashlyn, but in the last six days, I've picked up on how to read her. This isn't the freak out, we're-moving-too-fast, my-dad-is-going-to flip, general nerves kicking in. This is something entirely new. "You're scared."
"Terrified. I'm not a prude. My parents know I'm not a virgin, but they also haven't met a man in my life. Our lightning bolt relationship will require answers. That fact, coupled with explaining my departure from Chicago, which led me here, calls for some serious family time. My fear doesn't come from only meeting you; it's about taking them through my decisions and balancing it delicately."