Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
“You do?” I turned in his arms to see his handsome whiskered face.
“Aye.” He dipped his head and captured my lips.
It was a soft, languid kiss, one that drew my mouth to his in irresistible sips.
“You don’t believe for a minute that he married her,” I said between sweeps of his tongue.
“No. But…” His hand slipped down my flat belly and pressed firmly against the folds between my legs. “One week wasn’t enough time for him to disband his life in London and walk away. He won’t make it here by your deadline.”
He sank his finger inside me. I gulped, tried to fight it. He stroked an explosive rhythm against my flesh. I moaned, tried to fight it. His other arm firmed its grip around my back, and he went about distracting me from my vigilance of the dock.
I tried to fight it until I ended up on the desk in the cabin with his cock buried to the hilt.
His lips lay waste to my focus, kissing and sucking my breasts, as he rocked at an agonizingly slow pace. My hands curled up and around his broad shoulders, my hips straining wantonly toward his.
While I’d regained my strength in the manor, he’d rebuilt his own. It shone in the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen as he flexed into me over and over.
Roguish masculinity radiated from him, especially while in the heat of passion. He embodied primal danger and power and something else. Something that called to the instinctual needs of a woman.
He was a protector, a provider, and an incomparable lover. The way he used his lips and moved his body had been and always would be one of my greatest weaknesses.
“Come on my cock, Bennett.” He snarled the heated words into my mouth.
I responded instantly, trembling and gasping and clinging to his handsome hooded gaze. As he followed me with his own release, the sound of Jade’s windlass groaned into motion.
We froze, sharing a wide-eyed look.
“They’re weighing.” My chest clamped tight as I listened to the sounds of what was undeniably the anchor being hoisted from the sea. “Why are they weighing?”
The door opened, and we turned our heads.
Ashley stood in the gilded glow of dawn’s light, his eyes afire with a sense of autonomy. His posture was properly rigid yet less…stifled. He looked free, independent, and self-governing.
Relief crashed through me in glorious waves of warmth, and Priest’s spent cock gave an answering throb inside me. He caressed my thigh absently, his gaze locked on Ashley. Then he pulled out and drew me up to sit on the desk.
Ashley wore a white satin shirt, open at the collar. No doublet or waistcoat. No lace cuffs or jewel-encrusted buttons. Boots covered his feet. Jackboots. His legs—long and finely thewed—were cased in brown leather breeches, the likes of which I’d never seen him wear.
The sword he carried at his hip wasn’t a cutlass. But it was practical, the kind used for hacking and surviving rather than sport. With his cropped short hair, clean-shaved face, and perfectly erect carriage, he didn’t quite look like a pirate.
His muscled physique was that of a seafaring man, to be certain. But he clad it in fabrics from the most expensive haberdashers and bootmakers.
He looked like a pirate prince.
Elegantly masculine.
Strikingly confident.
Gorgeously male.
I perched on the edge of the desk and crossed my legs, poised like a lady, as if I weren’t nude and freshly fucked. “You’re late.”
“Am I?” He closed the door behind him, his mouth twitching in the shadow of a grin, begging to be kissed. “I arrived two hours before dawn. I gave Reynolds the orders to weigh since you were otherwise indisposed. And missing me terribly, I see.” His gaze drifted down my body. “Open your legs.”
Jade groaned and creaked with the roll of the waves. She was officially in motion, set on a course to my father’s treasure.
“You’ve been here for two hours?” I arched a brow. “What were—?”
“I have some demands in this arrangement.” He strolled toward me and flicked a finger in the direction of my cunt. “Open.”
Priest pulled on a pair of breeches from the armoire, his eyes alight with amusement. No help there.
Oh, blast it. I leaned back on my arms and spread my legs.
Ashley set the desk chair before me and lowered into it, reclining, his gaze on mine. “I sold my properties. All but one. The manor on the cliff, its tenants, staff, and land remain in my possession. I understand you wish to live on this ship, and I will remain at your side. But I require annual visits to England—all three of us—and so we shall call the manor our second home.”
I nodded, grinning, loving him with all my heart.
“What happened with your parents?” Priest sat on the bed, his back to the wall, and an arm dangling over a bent knee.