Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Please, if anyone’s seen her call us immediately. We think—” He breaks off like he’s about to cry, but I see no tears. “She’s mentally unstable.”
I growl and smack the power button.
Mentally unstable, my ass.
“She doesn't remember?” Marta raises an eyebrow in question and my anger rises further.
“Don’t buy his bullshit. You want to know what a piece of shit Kurt Lockwood is, ask my mom when you call her, because God knows you probably already did and told her what’s happening.” I stare down at Marta. She doesn't deny it, giving me answer enough. I’m surprised my mom isn't blowing up my phone already.
“Orlando.” My head jerks to the door where Lucy is now standing, looking as beautiful as ever.
“That will be all, Marta,” I tell her. She nods and leaves us alone, but I know she wants to say more. It would be to no avail, though. When I have my mind set on something, there is no changing it.
“I’m sorry if I'm interrupting.” Lucy’s tucks a piece of hair behind her ear nervously.
“Never. You can come seek me out whenever you wish.” She steps into my office and looks around. “I feel rude. I’m sure I should know her, but I don’t.” I reach for her, pulling her with me down onto a sofa with me and into my lap.
“It’s strange that this is my home and I have no idea where I’m going. Heck, I mean what’s our last name?”
“Caldwell.”
“Lucy Caldwell.” I tighten my arms around her, enjoying her say her name with mine attached to it. My cock jerks under her ass, and she wiggles around a moment then lets out a small gasp when she finally realizes what she’s wiggling her beautiful ass against.
“Sorry.” I look down at her. Her cheeks pinken and she bites her lip, looking up at me with so much innocence. She does look innocent, but I swear she was sent to tempt me. To lure me out of the space I had not let anyone inside of in years.
She turns, straddling my thighs, taking me a little by surprise because of the shyness she had shown moments ago. Her hands go to my shoulders. “Will you kiss me?”
I should tell her we shouldn't, but like everything else today, I have no control. I’m on her before she can even finish the sentence. No man could turn down an invitation like that from her. Somehow, with the need pushing down on me, trying to rip me apart, I manage to kiss her softly, taking her face in both of my hands and pressing my lips against hers.
She lets out the cutest little sound that pushes me on. I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, coaxing her to part them for me. She does. I slip my tongue into her mouth. I growl when that sweet honey taste hits my tongue. She wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me closer, her breasts pushing against my chest. Her hard nipples tell me how much her body is enjoying this.
She lets out a little moan as she starts to rock against me, her pussy pressing down on my cock as she pushes her tongue into my mouth now, mimicking what I’m doing. She’s slow and tentative, highlighting her innocence. I grab her hips, dragging her back and forth across my cock faster.
She pulls her mouth from mine and drops her head back as she keeps rocking. Our movements mimic sex, and my mind jumps to an image of her naked. Me deep inside of her. A whimper leaves me when I think I may never know that reality, but I push that away. I need to live in this moment. I can’t stand not kissing her anymore, so I go for her neck, wanting to feel her against my mouth again. Taste her.
“Orlando,” she calls out. Her movements become frantic as she searches for release. I take control of her hips for her, taking her where I know she needs to go. My own cock begs for release, too, but all my focus is on her. I want to give her this. She’s been through so much in the past twenty-four hours. I want to fill her body with pleasure.
She jerks against me, calling out my name. Her fingers dig into me. I rock her, pulling every drop of pleasure out of her orgasm as my own hits me. I grunt against her neck as cum shoots out of my cock and all over my thigh inside my pants.
Her head falls forward, her hair draping all around us. Her eyes flutter open. A sexy smile pulls at her full lips that are now swollen from the kiss I gave her. She looks well loved. “Wow, no wonder I married you,” she whispers. That knocks me right back to reality. My hands tighten on her hips. No, she really isn't my wife, and at any moment she could be taken from me. The thought is a cold hard splash of water.