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 leaned over her sated body and waited for her to open her eyes. “I’ve never heard anything more stunning than your pleasure,” I said once she met my gaze. She watched me as I used my two-hundred-dollar dinner napkin to clean all her cum from my cheeks and chin. With a smirk, I slid back down her body and dampened the other napkin to gently clean her swollen pussy. I took my time caring for her, soaking in her soft sighs, pressing kisses along the fading indentations left behind from the rope.
I tossed the two napkins aside and stood, pulling her upright into my arms and helping her take small sips of water.
The most beautiful part of it all was that she let me.
She gripped my hands when I held hers. She leaned her head against my shoulder when I sat her up. She parted her lips and let me hold the bottle to her mouth. She gave in to my every whim despite being free of her bonds.
She let me take care of her and that satisfied a part of me I extinguished long ago. I’d provided after care for many submissives, but none had been as sweet—sweet enough to remind me of long buried wants.
Uncomfortable with the spreading bloom of warmth, I’d gathered her in my arms. She wrapped herself around me and relaxed into my hold.
“Where are we going? I should head home.”
I scoffed, hiding the moan that wanted to slip free when the soft puffs of her words grazed my neck. “You’re too tired to go anywhere. You’ll stay here tonight.”
“But I—”
“No, buts. We need to talk, but not tonight. With you staying, we can talk in the morning.”
Hot breath stroked my skin from a heavy sigh. “Fine.”
“Good girl.”
I’d placed her in my bed, stripped any remaining clothes from her loose limbs, and tucked her in. She’d fallen asleep before I was able to pull the comforter over her. Staring down at her, something large and bubbling crawled up my throat. I held it down, unwilling to face whatever might break free.
Forcing myself to turn away, I went to the shower instead of giving in to the whispered desire to lie down beside her and hold her close.
Fuck that.
I’d showered, finding release within moments of touching myself, before turning the water cold enough to calm me down. Calm enough to go to bed and not reach for her.
But that same urge to pull her into my arms greeted me when I woke, which led to me here and now, watching her sleep, wondering if she would still agree to marry me in the light of a new day.
She would.
She had to.
Despite my backhanded methods of coercion to get her to agree, she had agreed, and I’d make sure she kept her word.
First, though, I needed to get the fuck out of bed before I glued my mouth to her cunt all over again. We needed to talk, and I had some business to attend to. None of that would happen if I stayed here and gave in to my baser instincts.
With a grimace, I flipped the covers back and dragged on a pair of loose pants and headed downstairs to catch up on some work I’d been neglecting. Vic sent over a packet of acquisitions he’d found, and I’d ignored them in favor of spending more time at Quinn Music Group. Usually, I passed the work beyond making the deal to my employees. Yet, whenever Vic suggested having someone else sit in on the interviews with Aspen instead of me, I brushed it aside in favor of handling the transition myself.
I excused my negligence because of Aspen, as the challenge she presented consumed me. Then my focus turned to the pleasure. My last excuse centered around getting her to agree to my proposal. But now that I’d accomplished what I set out to do, I needed to get back to my company. Starting with Vic’s research.
Despite my conviction, my mind kept straying to the woman still lying in my bed and not the words blurring in front of me.
I’d managed processing all of one page and was on my second cup of coffee when I heard the bedroom door open.
I told myself I wouldn’t look as the soft pad of her feet down the hardwood steps begged me to. I would remain unaffected and ready to remind her of her agreement and ensure she knew she couldn’t back out.
But the light steps promised bare feet and bare legs, and I couldn’t wait until she stood before me to discover whatever else she left bare.
I looked, and all pre-planned speeches about promises and proposals fled my mind.
She descended the last two steps, and I tracked up the smooth lines of her calves to her firm but lush thighs to…