Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Her crystal blue eyes were locked on my naked chest, then her gaze dropped to take in the rest of my body, and I nearly groaned. Flames licked my skin in the wake of her perusal, and when she looked at my face, the desire churning in her bright orbs sent a wave of satisfaction rolling through me. I’d been confident that she was attracted to me, but from her reaction, I knew she was affected by me as much as I was her.
“Morning, baby.” My voice was gritty from the effort it was taking to hold back, but when her irises darkened, it was obvious that my growly tone turned her on. I filed that away for future use. “Did you sleep well?”
She didn’t say anything at first, so I said her name and that jolted her out of whatever stupor she’d been in. “Sleep? Oh, um, the bed was very comfortable. Thank you.”
I noticed she hadn’t actually answered my question and wondered if it was because she’d spent her night in the same condition as me. “But did you sleep well?” I pressed, holding back a smirk when her cheeks bloomed with a deep blush.
“Um, I had a little trouble sleeping,” she admitted, her gaze sliding away to look over my shoulder. “Nerves about the inspection today, I guess.”
Sure it was.
“Do I smell bacon?”
“It is,” I confirmed, letting her get away with her deflection for the moment. “Have a seat. I made omelets, too.” After popping the toast down into the toaster, I pulled the bacon from the warming oven, then fixed each of us a plate. A large island sat there with stools, but I carried our breakfast over to a little nook with a table and four chairs surrounded by tall glass windows.
The toaster dinged, and I gathered the butter and jam before taking it and the bread to the table.
“Wow,” Samantha breathed as she sat at the table and stared at the grounds behind the house with wide eyes. They were vast and included an Olympic-sized pool—there was a smaller indoor pool in the basement—an area with an outdoor kitchen, and a setup that was clearly meant for entertaining a crowd, several grassy sections with lawn sports, as well as tennis and basketball courts. But as she scanned the backyard, her gaze stopped on a playground that looked plucked from a public park. Some activities would entertain kids from toddlers up to tweens, including a rainforest-themed splash pad.
Samantha raised an eyebrow as she turned to observe me rather than the outside. “Do you have a wife and a gaggle of children we don’t know about?” she teased, although I could tell she wasn’t entirely certain of my answer.
I chuckled and shook my head. “The previous owners had six kids and a large extended family.” I grinned and crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned back in my chair and watched her closely. “No wife. No gaggle of cute little rug rats.” Yet.
“Ah. That explains it,” she murmured as she sank into her chair. A spark of relief flashed in her eyes before she covered it up and tucked into her meal.
“What about you?” I asked before taking a bite of my eggs.
“No husband or rug rats.” She tossed me an impish smile, and I laughed.
“I should have been clearer. Do you want to get married and have a ‘gaggle of children’ someday?” I used her words, making her giggle. The beautiful sound sent a zing of desire straight to my cock. It was a good thing I was sitting because my shaft grew harder with every morsel of food and silverware that passed between her lips.
I frowned when I realized I was jealous of a fucking fork.
“Um. Well…” She blushed and like everything else about her, it was enchanting. “My focus right now is my career. Although…it’s not what I—I mean, I didn’t go to college because—um…yes. I want to be married and have a big family someday.”
I swallowed my cat that ate the canary smile and simply nodded before sinking my teeth into a slice of toast. It was too early to tell her that I would be the man who gave her those things. A fuck of a lot sooner than she expected.
The image of a pregnant Samantha floated through my mind again, and I wondered if she was on birth control. If so, those motherfuckers were going straight in the garbage, I thought darkly.
“I suppose that sounds boring to you.” She ducked her head, and I couldn’t contain my smile because she was obviously fishing.
“There’s a wife and kids in my future, baby,” I told her softly.
Her gaze jerked up, and with every emotion that flitted across her face, I was grateful that she was so expressive and I was able to read her so easily.