Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
My car is too far down that embankment to be spotted. She won’t be looking for me as she leaves.
I’ll see her each day this week for an hour as we crisscross shifts just for that hour to ensure everything is smooth. After that, we’ll be ships passing in the night with a five to ten-minute crossover to hand over responsibilities. Our boss doesn’t want any hiccups during opening week that would taint our reputation. I’m going to be all business with her. It’ll be like this weekend didn’t even happen and it’ll certainly be like the friendship we’d cultivated didn’t happen. I’m not risking my job or the respect I have from my boss for her. Her true colors were revealed to me this weekend and it won’t take long for Becks to see her nature, too.
My thoughts of work and how Megan got me into this mess I’m in are interrupted when I feel the bed move as he climbs back on. He’s got a knee between my legs and the other beside my hip. He lifts my hand and I draw in a sharp hiss of breath.
“I’m sorry about your wrist, Ivy,” he says softly.
I roll my eyes. The brute doesn’t know his own strength. I know he didn’t mean it. I also wonder why I didn’t just drive, despite him being in the back of the truck. I could’ve driven until I got to a police station and laid on the horn. Why didn’t I?
“I’ll be careful in future, Ivy,” he vows.
I’m thinking whatever but he leans over and puts his mouth to my wrist and for some reason this makes hot tears prick my eyes. I feel those soft, warm lips tenderly pucker as he drops a kiss there.
After releasing my hand, he grips my waist and gently turns me over onto my back. Our eyes meet as his fingers caress my jaw. He stares deep and time seems to be of no consequence because I have no idea how long our eyes stay locked before his fingers slide down my face, then down my arm to my hip, which he squeezes briefly and then his hand slides under my bottom and into my yoga pants as his mouth descends toward mine.
“Saying that, I also need to say… you,” he says against my mouth, “don’t,” he drops a kiss there, “leave me.” His fingers slide further down the back of my pants and find my slipperiness.
I’m suddenly aware I’m panting, unable to tear my eyes away.
“You’re mine,” he tells me, sliding fingers inside me.
I swallow and grab his shoulders.
There’s no hesitation in his touch. None. He touches me like he has the right to do so. I don’t want to find it so arousing, but I do.
He leans sideways to kiss the inside of my wrist again.
God, his skin is hot. It’s burning hot through the flannel of his shirt.
“I claimed you, Ivy, because I knew it was the only thing I could do the second I caught your scent. I’ve never claimed anyone else the way I’ve claimed you. I never will. It’s my job to protect you. To provide for you. To fill you with me.”
I draw in air until my lungs are full.
“To punish you, when you need correction,” he adds, and then his fingers are gone and I’m quickly flipped to my belly, which has bottomed out.
“Tyson…” I breathe out, trying to protest, but my pants are being yanked down and he bites my bottom. Hard.
I squeal.
“Ow! Fucking ouch!” I exclaim.
I hear his zipper and then feel the tip of his cock glide through my crack down to my center.
He slams inside.
I should’ve been dry. I should’ve been bone-dry. I wasn’t. He got zero resistance from my body.
I cry out into the crook of my arm, smushed into the pillow.
I feel it immediately grow inside me and begin to pulse against my g-spot, first slowly, and then faster. Holy shit. I’m trembling and crying out a climax in about the count of twenty.
His hand slips under me and then strong, hot fingers play with my clit at the same time, and I come on top of coming with a cacophony of sensations thrumming through me, pulsing inside me. Heat envelopes me and it feels like sparks must be bursting from my clit, scorching the sheets underneath me.
“Holy fucking shit,” I groan as hot liquid fills me.
Just when I think I’m about to pass out from climaxing so hard, he’s rubbing that spot on my neck. This makes me cry out harder. The sensations just go on and on and on. Higher and higher. My body is shaking. It should be ebbing now, but he’s grinding against my body with that throbbing cock inside me and he can’t pull out because it grew inside me.