Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
His lips find mine on a frantic, impatient kiss. I return it with just as much fervor. I’m a panting, wanting mess when he grabs the back of my knees and pulls me to the edge of the desk. “How sore are you?” The intensity in his stare warns me not to lie.
Desperation overrules all sense of reason. “Not sore enough to say no.”
He flattens his palm against my stomach and urges me down onto my back. The heels of my feet somehow find their way to the edge of the desk. My knees part and he’s there, staring down at me. Completely bare.
He caresses the inside of my thigh with the back of his knuckles before dragging his thumb down my slit. “You’re swollen.”
“Yeah, about that. I got stung by a bee. Doesn’t have shit to do with last night. I’m good.”
And obviously desperate to say some random shit like that.
He chooses to ignore my stupidity and pushes one, long digit inside me. “Fuck, you’re as wet as you were last night. Tighter than you were last night. You’re swollen here, too.”
Told y’all it was as big as a Coke can….
He removes his finger from my stupid swollen vagina to caress my thigh once again. He also frowns and has that little V of concern I thought was hot, but now I just find it annoying.
“It’s nothing. Really. I’m naturally this tight. It’s just my narrow channel, Jake.”
“Penelope…please stop saying narrow channel.”
“It’s the appropriate medical term.”
“Appropriate or not, I find it sexy as hell and I shouldn’t. Not to mention I’m trying to not go against my better judgement and take you hard right here on my desk, bee sting reaction or not.”
He said bee sting.
I giggle.
He glares.
“That cute little laugh of yours doesn’t help either.”
“Have you tried thinking about turtles?”
He says nothing.
“Bubble gum?”
More silence.
“Want to channel my energy?” I press my fingers to my temple.
He grabs my hand and pulls me to a sitting position. My feet fall with the movement and soon my legs are dangling over the side of the desk and he’s in between them. He does that hair tuck, temple touch thing. “I took you too hard last night.”
My body instantly ignites in flames. I whimper and shift on the desk. Lean into his touch. Reach out and try to pull him on top of me. He’s an immovable steel force.
“Let me take care of you today.”
Oh, now he wants to be That Guy and take care of me.
Now.
When I’m a hot, horny mess.
Well, this isn’t swoony That Guy’s moment. This is Jake Swagger’s moment. The fuck you with my big dick and you’ll take it and like it because I said so, Jake Swagger.
“If you really want to take care of me….”
“Mind out of the gutter, Penelope.” He sweeps me off the desk and plants me on my feet. Pushes the tattered shirt off my shoulders. Grabs his discarded one from the floor. Pulls it over my head then kisses my forehead like a fucking Daddy Dom. Which isn’t my kink.
“Are you trying to pout that hard or does it just come natural?”
Pout….
A very Daddy Dom thing to say.
“If you pull out a sippy cup, I’m gone.”
He eyes me a moment, shakes his head, then turns and walks out—mumbling under his breath, “The shit she says…”
Chapter Fourteen
So maybe swoony That Guy isn’t that bad. His timing is just off. Like this morning when I wanted him to care about me and he didn’t. Then later this morning when I wanted him to not care about me and he did. In the end, I got what I wanted. Just not when I wanted it.
Well…some of what I wanted anyway.
I’d already had my lady parts inspected on his desk. Then he’d ordered us breakfast—even asking what I wanted. I’d settled for bacon, eggs, pancakes, fresh fruit and some of that oatmeal from McDonalds with the raisins in it.
Did you know that Uber will bring you food? In a blizzard? They call it Uber Eats. That might not be a big deal to some people, but when you’re from a town where even the local Pizza Hut doesn’t deliver, hearing news like this will blow your mind.
Anyway, after that, I finally got those two Ibuprofen and tall glass of water, along with the demand to rest. Which is exactly what I did. Only I slept on the couch instead of his bed, because I was too full from all the shit Uber Eats delivered to make it up the stairs.
After a three-hour nap, I took a hot shower to wake me up. When I got finished with that, I was instructed to, hurry the hell up before I made us late. I started to complain that I had nothing to wear, but then I found an outfit already laid out on the guest bed for me. And every cosmetic I could ask for was lying on the bathroom counter.