Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Our eyes remain locked as we find our pleasure at the same time, and it makes the moment hotter than the surface of the sun.
Max lets out a rough grunt as he drives his cock deep inside me, then he slumps down on top of me, his body weight pushing me into the mattress.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he mutters between breaths. “That was fucking erotic.”
His praise fills me with confidence and makes me feel beautiful.
“Yeah?”
Lifting his head, he nods. Our eyes lock, and I can see he means it when he says, “You have to stop thinking there’s something wrong with your body or that I won’t find you attractive. I’m fucking obsessed with you, Cami.”
His words hit deep in my heart and emotions well in my chest. Tears start to form behind my eyes, and I try to blink them away. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, baby.” He presses a quick kiss to my mouth. “I’m just telling you the truth.”
He pushes his arms beneath me and holds me tightly, and never before have I been happier.
God, he makes me so happy. I wish our time together never has to end.
After a while, the emotional moment passes, and I say, “You have to show me how you broke free from the zip-ties.”
“Tomorrow,” he mumbles against my hair before he pulls away with a sigh. “Right now, you have to get dressed so we can go shopping.”
I dart up and off the bed, and it has Max chuckling. Rushing to the bathroom, I quickly clean myself and wash my hands. I check my hair in the mirror, then hurry back to the bedroom.
Putting on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I glance down at my nipples showing through the fabric. “This isn’t going to work, and now I understand why you like me in these clothes.”
Max pulls his dress shirt from the bag and hands it to me. “Put this on over the T-shirt. No one gets to see what’s mine.”
“So possessive,” I mumble as I shrug the fabric on and tie it at my middle.
“Yeah, and you better remember that. Unless you want me killing a random man because he was staring at your breasts, you’ll keep your body covered.”
I shake my head at my crazy man, then follow him out of the bedroom. “I also need more toiletries. And some makeup. And a hairdryer would be awesome.”
“Anything you want, baby,” he murmurs, not really listening to me as he locks the door behind us.
“In that case, I also want a TV in the cabin.”
“Okay.”
I pause to ask, “Are you listening to me?”
His eyes flick to me as he opens the SUV’s door. “Yes. You want toiletries, makeup, a hairdryer, and a TV.”
“Oh. Okay.” I blow him a kiss before I climb into the vehicle.
Luckily, the trip to the nearest town isn’t long because I’m tired of the SUV after all the driving we did earlier.
“Whenever you need a break from driving, I can take over,” I offer again
Max just shakes his head.
“Is there a reason for your control issues?”
His eyes flick to be before returning to the road ahead. “No, it’s just the way I am.”
I nod and glance at the beautiful nature on the side of the road. “By the way, you didn’t wait for my permission before you broke free from the zip-ties.”
He lets out a chuckle. “There was no way I was waiting for your permission.”
Just two weeks of being in a relationship with him, and he’s built up my self-esteem so much that I wonder why I ever thought I wasn’t good enough for him.
Entering the town, Max finds a parking spot, then orders, “Stay by my side at all times.”
“You don’t have to keep telling me. I know the drill.”
We climb out of the SUV, and I hold my hand out for him to take. We link our fingers, and like a normal couple, we head down the sidewalk in search of a store where I can get something decent to wear.
The first store we come across has mostly casual clothes, and I manage to find two pairs of jeans and four blouses.
I also grab a pair of high heels, but when I want to pay, Max says, “Put your credit card away.”
Not wanting to discuss it in front of the store assistant, I allow him to settle the bill, but the moment we leave the store, I ask, “Why did you pay?”
His tone is serious as he explains, “Because they can track you via your bank accounts.” His features soften a little, and he wraps his arm around my shoulders. “And because I want to.”
With a happy smile on my face, I press closer to his side. “You’re too perfect. It’s actually a little scary.”
“Why’s it scary?”
I glance up at his face. “Because no one’s perfect. I’m waiting for the bomb to drop.”