Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Somehow, her leggings end up around her ankles. I also manage to get one shoe off and one pant leg pulled free. I force her legs apart, kneel, and work her with my mouth from behind. She squirms against me, squeals against the gag. When she’s a writhing, sopping mess, I surge up with my cock in hand and my pants low around my waist. Slamming into her—claiming her as mine—is the best fucking feeling in the world because Willow came back on her own volition.
I have no clue what it means.
For all I know, it’s still just sex to her.
Maybe more, since Willow is the most complex woman I’ve ever met.
We have a lot of talking to do, but first… fucking.
I drive into her over and over again. Willow plants her feet and pushes back against me with every thrust, forcing me in deeper whether I want to be there or not.
But, oh… I want to be there.
Deep inside of her—every fucking chance I can get.
Reaching out, I put one hand on her shoulder and with the other, I yank the tie out of her mouth before grabbing her hip to hold her steady as I fuck her over my desk.
“Admit it, Willow,” I grunt, plunging my cock into her. “We’re good together.”
I get nothing but gasps and moans in response.
I draw my hand back, then let it fly forward to crack down on her ass. It’s something we discovered she likes very much… on that very first night we were together.
Willow yips, slamming back onto my cock so hard it actually hurts. I smack her ass again, the resounding blow causing my hand to tingle. “Admit it,” I growl.
“We’re good together,” she gasps, then her back arches so deeply I think her spine might break as she starts to come. I can feel it all over, her orgasm leeching into me and mine gallops forward to meet her pleasure.
I push in hard, plant deep, and unload eight fucking days of pent-up frustration, lust, and worry into her. Vaguely, I hear the buzzer in the arena going off, signifying the end of the game.
My team is down there on the ice, presumably having kept our lead and won game two, yet… I can’t find it within me to be bothered to care right now.
Because the woman splayed out underneath me has once again rocked my world in a way I can’t compare to any feeling I’ve ever had before.
What I have with her is unique, and therefore, it can’t be taken lightly anymore.
I bring my palms to the desktop again, lower myself onto her, and brush my lips across the nape of her neck. “You okay?”
“More than,” she mutters and although I can’t see her face, I can hear her smile.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” I order, allowing no room for argument.
“Okay,” she whispers… seeming totally replete.
“And you’re staying with me, at least until the playoffs are over,” I press, needing her to agree to more than one night.
“Okay,” she says again without an ounce of hesitation and I feel triumphant.
“Good girl.”
CHAPTER 16
Willow
Things have changed, and I don’t understand any of it. One minute, I was furious with Dominik for trying to be so controlling and spilling the beans to my family about how dangerous my job is. The next, I was walking into his Santa Monica home for a four-day romantic getaway so I can see where he lives and meet his friends.
In between the infamous desk sex—which may go down as the best I’ve ever had—and him opening the door to his hillside beach home, so much has happened.
The morning after my return to the States, I met with my parents for breakfast and we had a heart-to-heart conversation. Basically, my dad raged while my mother patted his hand the entire time in quiet solidarity. When it was all said and done, we came to a quiet acceptance of each other’s positions.
Or, as my dad grumbled, we reached a stalemate.
Basically, I refused to stop doing what I love doing, but I did promise to be more transparent with them as to exactly what the danger level is and to keep them up to date on the security and protection I have onsite to help alleviate their fears.
They refused to stop worrying, but they did promise they would support my need to continue my chosen, and much loved, career. I also promised I would be very choosy in the assignments I accepted, and I wouldn’t take on too many dangerous assignments in deference to their fears.
Dax and I are a different matter. There’s no talking to him about this because he doesn’t listen. He’s much like Dominik in how he thinks he knows everything and is basically a caveman when it comes to women in the line of danger. We’re also at a stalemate and luckily, I haven’t been around him that much, since he’s all dark glares and frowns.