Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
After breakfast, she would take care of them, do the housework, attend to the garden patch, and then train the pups. For several weeks this was their routine.
Late one night, Clarissa tossed and turned. The pups were silent, but there were times, like tonight, when she was sure she heard them whimpering. Shoving the blanket off her body, she wrapped a robe around herself and then opened the door, listening. There was no sound.
She couldn’t sleep and instead of staying in her bedroom, she decided to go and make herself some vanilla milk to calm her mind. She tiptoed downstairs, and the pups didn’t even stir. Clarissa glanced over at them and saw Dolly and Susie were fast asleep and Axe had put a small blanket on each pup. To most people, Axe came across as this cold, heartless, mean person, but she knew there was so much more to him than met the eye.
Moving into the kitchen, she grabbed a saucepan out of the cupboard, followed by a mug. She poured some milk into a mug and then tipped it into the pan. Placing it on the heat, she grabbed some vanilla and added just a smidge, as well as a spoonful of sugar. Her mother would make her this whenever she was unsettled and it helped. She placed it on the stove and turned the heat on, waiting for it to warm up.
The sound of a creaking floorboard had her gasping, and she turned to see Axe in the kitchen doorway.
She’d pressed a hand to her chest. “You startled me.”
“Can’t sleep?”
She shook her head. “Do you want a drink?”
“Sure.”
She decided to split the large mug between them. With the milk steaming, she turned the heat off, and poured it into each mug.
Axe had already taken a seat at the table. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and the pants he wore hung off his hips.
“Are you not cold?” she asked.
“No.”
She was already feeling the cold and wishing she’d put her slippers on. Her feet were freezing, as were her hands. Wrapping her fingers around the mug, she quickly pulled them back and then wrapped them around the mug again, tentatively touching it. She did this multiple times, trying not to show him she was cold.
Axe tutted. “You’re freezing.”
“I’m fine.”
He pushed his chair out, and tapped his leg. “Put it up.”
Clarissa frowned but then she gasped as he reached down, grabbed her ankle, and placed it on his lap. She let out a little squeak, but then he began to rub her foot. His hands were lovely and warm. Even his thigh was warm. Why was he so warm, while she was so cold?
Nibbling her lip, she couldn’t help but watch him. How masterly he worked her foot. He gave a tut, and then urged her to put her other foot up, which she didn’t mind. She had seen what he could do with his hands, and they were a temptation. With both of her feet in his lap, he worked the muscles and she gritted her teeth, trying not to vocally groan, but it was next to impossible. All she wanted to do was moan.
Licking her lips, she chanced a look at Axe, and he wasn’t staring at her feet, but looking at her. She pressed her lips together, feeling her cheeks heat. Clarissa didn’t have a clue how she was able to get aroused while he was playing with her feet. It was insane.
“You have magical hands,” she said, feeling breathless.
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Clarissa had soft, cold feet, and all he wanted to do was warm her up. The warm vanilla milk was forgotten as he paid more attention to her.
He worked from her feet, up to her ankles, and then teased a little further. She wore overly large pajamas and it was so easy to tease up her leg, massaging her calf, and then going further up until he teased her thigh, but then he stopped. Pulling his hand out of her pajamas, he got to his feet and Clarissa did the same. Clarissa was in front of the table, trapped between it and him. Her head was tilted back and those plump lips were far too tempting to deny.
Even though he was shouting the warnings through his head, he couldn’t bring himself to listen to them, and before he knew what was happening, he’d sunk his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her head. She looked so beautiful and the little gasp she let out was so tempting. He’d tried to control his arousal, but nothing was working. His cock had gone from flaccid to hard within seconds.
Staring into her eyes, he couldn’t look away. He was going to kiss her. There was no warning as he slammed his lips against hers.
Clarissa’s hands went to his stomach, and then began to slowly travel up his body, wrapping around his neck, and then holding onto him.