Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Good, because I feel the same way.”
Her hands slid under my polo shirt. When she squeezed my nipples, I bit her lip. We both moaned. Two seconds later, my shirt was off and her hands were exploring my bare chest.
“Your body is so damn amazing.”
My fingertips trailed across her cleavage. “So is yours. This damn red dress is driving me fucking insane.”
“As insane as when you saw me on our wedding night?”
My eyes closed. I pictured Harley standing in front of me dressed in nothing but a baby blue lace bra, matching panties and those fuck-me shoes that laced up her legs. I had her whimpering on the bed of the hotel as I slowly took them off.
I let out a deep growl. My eyes snapped open and our gaze locked.
“More insane.”
Her teeth sank into her lip and I pulled it out, gently sucking it. Grabbing her hips, I walked backwards, kissing her lips, down her neck, then back up to her lips.
When my legs hit the sofa, I spread out over it, motioning for her to crawl on top of me.
“Why, Mr. Parker. Are you wanting me to take control this evening?”
The lust in her eyes was unmistakable.
“If that’s what you want.”
She nodded, and crawled on top of me. Placing her finger under my chin, my gaze met hers. I could easily get lost in those eyes. Those light green eyes that were the color of emeralds. The slight specks of golden yellow seemed to sparkle when she was turned on.
As she lowered her body, my hand went to her thigh.
“What I want is for you to take control. I want you fast and hard, then slow and gentle.”
My cock strained against my zipper, making me moan. I was so hard it was almost painful.
“Fucking hell, Harley.”
Her finger traced my lips before she pushed it into my mouth.
“Did I mention I wasn’t wearing any panties?”
And like that, I was lost. Flipping her over, I acted like a madman. One hand pushed her dress up, exposing her sweet, wet pussy, while the other hand managed to get my dick out of my pants.
“Hard and fast?” I asked, pushing my fingers into her, priming her for what she’d asked for.
“Exactly.”
One quick move and I was buried balls deep inside of my wife. A hissing yes came from her mouth with each pull out and hard thrust back in. I gave her exactly what she wanted. What I needed. We’d had some pretty intense sex over the last few days, but each time we were together was better than the last.
Her hands rubbed against my chest as she arched her back.
“Harder, Tripp,” she demanded. “I’m so close.”
My body was covered in sweat, and I realized we both still had our damn shoes on. When her nails dug into my back and her eyes closed, I knew she was close. One move of my hips, and she was calling out my name. Fuck, I loved hearing it fall from her lips. Especially when they were swollen from kissing.
The feel of her pulsing around my cock made me come so hard I swore I saw stars. Stilling inside her, I held my body up while we both caught our breath.
“Shower?” I asked, slowly pulling out of her.
Her mumbled response made me smile. My wife had been thoroughly fucked, and she looked like it. I stripped out of my shoes and the rest of my clothes before taking off her high heels and pulling that fucking sexy dress off her even sexier body. I couldn’t wait to see her pregnant with our baby. It was an image I had dreamed about many times over the past few weeks.
We stood in the hot water for the longest time, her body up against mine. I shampooed her hair then conditioned it. After I washed her head to toe, she returned the favor. When I lifted her up and slowly sank her down on me, she gave me the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. We made love slowly. The moment was beautiful. She was beautiful.
July
“Progress is good.” Jonathon said, walking Tripp and I through both the vet clinic and Tripp’s new office.
“Do you think I’ll still be able to get in by early fall?” I asked, chewing on my nail.
“Once everything gets framed in, weather won’t be a problem.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief. It had already been a wetter-than-normal start to the summer, and we couldn’t afford delays. Gerald had turned down our proposal to rent the space from him to keep the vet clinic open until I was able to get mine up and running. The day after the money was wired to my account, he had the building knocked down. The land now sat void of anything. How that man was Doc Harris’s brother was beyond me. Rumor had it he was planning on building a house there. Doc had apologized a dozen or more times. I assured him in the end, everything had worked out. If it hadn’t been for Gerald, I might not have gone to Tripp’s office that day. We wouldn’t be married, and I wouldn’t be getting ready to tell my husband I had missed my period.