Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I wanted to gloat about being the bigger man making concessions, but I figured that would hurt my cause. Instead, I pushed us deeper into familiar lighter comments and playful eye rolls.
“Even if you’ll be staying in the guest room—for now—maybe you can keep your things in the master closet, so you don’t have to move them over later. Especially since I worked so hard to clear out space for you.”
Her brows rose and chin dipped with sarcastic impress.
“Would you like to come take a look, or do you fear that as soon as you cross the threshold, you’ll never be free again?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you to lay some trap just because you can. It would explain why you didn’t throw a fit about me not staying in your room,” she muttered playfully.
“Why, Miss Quinn,” I mock gasped. “I’m a grown man. I would never throw a fit.”
She released an inelegant snort and walked into the room, leaving me to follow behind her with a growing smile.
However, the smile slipped when she entered the large walk-in closet and froze, her nose scrunched and brows furrowed. “Oh…it’s…umm…”
“How is this not enough space?” I deadpanned, guessing at the issue.
Her defensive gaze snapped to mine, where I leaned against the square dresser dominating the center of the area. “I have a lot of clothes.”
“You’re going to be very disappointed by the guest room closet then.”
“I guess you just don’t have what it takes to provide something big enough for me.” She shrugged and blinked wide, innocent eyes that still managed to issue a challenge.
“Oh, princess,” I crooned, taking my time with slow steps to close the space between us. She didn’t back up despite the tension holding her stiff and the increasing rise and fall of her chest. Instead, she tipped her head back, holding my stare with that fiery glint. “We both know that I have something much more than big enough for you.”
I cupped her cheek and dragged my thumb along her bottom lip, reminding us both of how much she struggled to take all of me down her throat.
I held my breath as her lips parted and waited for her to lean into me. I held my breath and hoped for her tongue to taste me. I held my breath and yearned for more.
Instead, with a blink of her eyes, she doused the growing fire. She pulled away and headed out. “I should get some things settled before bed,” she announced casually over her shoulder. “I see the movers placed the boxes in here, but I have a travel bag I packed my essentials in. I can move those boxes into the guest room later.”
She’d made it all the way out the bedroom before I finally yanked myself out of my stupor and dropped my hand from where it still hovered in the air where she used to be. I followed, deciding between ordering her to stop and kneel for me or to brush it aside and keep the night easy.
My cock more than twitched in my pants, half hard just from a hint of the memory of her mouth around me, making a demand of its own.
Yet, I ignored it because a new curiosity pulled me in another direction. In our time together, we bickered and made jokes, but most of them were aimed at each other to cause harm. Since she arrived, our conversation turned more playful in a way I hadn’t expected.
I liked it, and the curiosity of seeing how long it would last made my decision for me.
I watched her disappear into the guest room and followed, leaning against the doorframe, waiting for her to stop fluttering around. Waiting to see how she would react. Hoping my curiosity didn’t lead me astray.
“Can I help you?” She looked at me with raised brows and pinched lips. “Or is stalking part of this vision of marriage you have?”
“Hardly,” I laughed. “I was merely waiting to ask you what you would like for dinner. I figured we could order in, and I’d let you choose what we ate to christen your first night here.”
“Oh, well…”
I smiled, enjoying watching her fumble over her words when she didn’t get the sharp retort she expected from me.
“I mean,” she started. She looked away and shrugged a single shoulder. All innocent actions. However, I caught the curve of her lips before she could hide it, and I stiffened. “I was kind of hoping you would cook me a nice welcome dinner. Something to really solidify our domesticated marriage.”
“Oh, really?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Yeah, I’d even let you borrow an apron. It’s got a rainbow of flowers on it. I think it would look great on you,” she teased.
“Of course it would. I look good in everything.” That earned me a deadpanned stare. “And I hate to disappoint you, but my refrigerator is lacking for ingredients, so we will have to settle for ordering in. Anywhere you want.”