Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 25039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Fuuuuuck.
Hale knew Heaven had no fucking idea about how she was tormenting him.
But she was, dammit.
The way she moaned and rubbed herself against his arousal—-
The way the pouting tips of her breasts scraped against his chest—-
It was all pure fucking torture, but what had his control finally snap was when Heaven suddenly started sucking on his tongue.
Fuck.
A cry of protest spilled past her lips when Heaven suddenly found herself alone on the sofa bed. She turned her confused gaze to Hale, who now stood several feet away and breathing hard.
"I'll give you a choice," her boss said tautly. "We have breakfast then fly out to Jackson Hole to get married. Or I take you back in my arms, and I'll have you for dessert."
Heaven
I'VE NEVER BEEN THE type to take long showers, but I find myself doing exactly that in a shameful attempt to delay the inevitable.
Everything that made so much sense last night when it was just the two of us now seems completely crazy.
Are we really getting married, just like that?
I wish I had the courage to say 'no', but...my shame only deepens when I realize I'm scared that he'll change his mind if I do.
Oh, Father in Heaven, what do You want me to do?
That Hale is His choice, I'm still absolutely sure of.
But whether marrying now is also His perfect timing?
The answer to this continues to elude me even when I'm already done changing.
I have an overnight bag pre-packed in my locker just for emergencies. But what I never imagined was how I might one day need an extra set of clothes...because my boss has made me cum one too many times.
Eep!
That's the dirtiest thought I've ever had in my life, and my face is still flaming as I finally step out of Hale's en-suite.
"Just in time."
My cheeks turn a deeper shade of red at the mere sound of his voice, and Hale frowns when our gazes meet. "Everything okay?"
"Yup!"
I would rather have all of my teeth pulled than tell him the truth.
"You're sure?"
A distraction is definitely called for, but what?
I glance back at Hale absently, and that's when I notice how he's standing right in front of the balcony doors of his office.
Huh.
I find myself standing on my toes even when I don't really expect to find anything over his shoulder—-oh!
"Surprise," he says mockingly before taking a step back, and I finally have my first full glimpse of the lavish breakfast arrangement outside his balcony.
"Oh, Hale."
"There you go again, pretending to sound like you're younger."
He offers his hand as he speaks, and I can't help but laugh as I place my hand in his.
But when he cups my face, my smile fades at the brooding expression of his gorgeous face.
"I know I haven't done anything to earn your trust..."
He lifts my knuckles to his lips, and my knees knock against each other.
"But I want you to know it's all going to change starting today."
"Oh, Hale."
I start to tell him he doesn't have to feel like he needs to make up for anything, but...
Oh my goodness!
Is that Mabel's cotton candy pancake I'm seeing behind him?
I don't even realize I've accidentally pushed past Hale until I hear him grunt behind me.
Oops.
I whirl around and smile weakly at him in apology. "I'm sorry, I just..."
"Have a hard time taking your eyes off the pancakes?"
"Uh..." I want to prove him wrong, but...it's impossible.
My eyes are still glued to the fluffy layers of pancake, which happen to be topped with autumn-colored cotton candy and sprinkled with edible gold dust. The logistics of having this particular dish included in our breakfast menu are beyond me, and I turn to him in a daze.
"How?"
These pancakes are no ordinary concoction. They're highly in demand not just because they're served fresh but also because they're personally baked by Mabel, a blind eighteen-year-old chef who—-
Hale slowly shakes his head. "I seem to recall it was only minutes ago that I warned you not to ask any questions, Ms. Gaines."
Oh.
Right.
Oops.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Hale."
My boss-slash-fiancé crosses his arms against his chest, and I do my best not to swoon at the way the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt strain and stretch against the bulge of his muscles.
"I'm afraid an apology won't cut it," he says silkily. "If you do not wish to be terminated for repeated offenses—-"
"But—-"
"You'll need to show proper repentance by doing exactly what I say."
"Uh..."
He walks past me and takes one of the seats. His gaze locks with mine, and then he crooks his finger at me.
Okaaay.
I move forward until I'm standing in front of him.
He pats his lap, and my breath catches.
"I'm waiting, Ms. Gaines."
I sit down on his lap—-
Aaaah!
How in the world did I end up stretched over his knees like a child about to be—-
SPANK!
I can't believe he's spanked me—-
AGAIN!
Is he for real? Did he really just—-