Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“That man is into anything and everything when it comes to you,” Piper says. A few days ago, I would have waved this comment off or rolled my eyes.
“You’re right,” I agree.
“I’m right?” That perks Piper all the way up. “Does that mean it’s happening?” It’s like I can hear wedding bells coming from inside her head.
“Go back to your husband before he comes busting in here.” I shoo her out before she starts planning the bridesmaid dresses right here in the bathroom.
As I make my way up to the party, I can’t help but have some doubt creep in. I’m not going to change my mind, but I worry that I’ve already pushed him away too much. The guilt is still eating at me.
Taking a deep breath, I step off the elevator, and my eyes take in all the decorations and people. Then all my focus shifts to finding Taylor. For a second I think maybe he’s not here yet, but it’s a stupid thought. Taylor is never late. As much as I fought things, I know deep down Taylor is the most dependable man in the world. He’s proven that to me time and time again.
“Pumpkin,” his sexy voice says from behind me, and I spin around. He must have been hovering near the elevators, waiting for me.
I smile at him as he lifts his brows, taking in the sight of me. His eyes move up and down my body before he swallows hard, but I’m unable to read his expression.
“I’ve got no fucking clue why I assumed you were wearing something under your shirt.”
"It’s a dress,” I protest with a laugh. I can't help but get turned on a tiny bit by his obvious jealousy.
His possessiveness is something I’ve always craved deeply. With any other man it wouldn’t be possible, but with Taylor, it all makes sense. This is the way it’s supposed to be.
“I’m willing to bet my life that my own shirt is bigger.”
“Well, of course your shirt is bigger. You’re a giant that…” I trail off when I take in his shirt, and it clicks into place. He saw my pumpkin costume. He knew I was coming to the party dressed as a pumpkin. Of course he did. “Taylor,” I gasp and put my hand over my mouth. I’m trying to smother my laughter as I read off what it says in bold letters across his chest. “Peter, Peter.”
“The pumpkin eater,” Taylor finishes as he reaches for me.
He pulls me against his big body, and I let myself melt right into him. He claims my mouth in a kiss that’s probably not suitable for public consumption. He doesn’t care, though. He kisses me like it’s the first time he’s seen me in years.
I kiss him back just as fiercely as I slide my hands up his chest and link them at the back of his neck. I’m aware that the entire office, along with many clients and influential figures in the city, can see us, but that doesn’t seem to force us apart.
“Peter,” I gasp when we break apart.
“I’ll let that slide this one time,” he warns as his hand goes to my ass. Yeah, I knew he wouldn't like another man's name on my lips.
“Or what?” I puff out my bottom lip, teasing him.
“Or I won’t eat your pussy.”
“Liar!” I laugh, and he squeezes my ass.
He leans down to nuzzle my neck. “It’s not a lie. I’d just have to eat your ass instead.” Taylor nips at my neck, making me suck in a deep breath.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” I whisper.
“I’ll eat every inch of you, pumpkin.”
“I know,” I tell him, and he lifts his head to look down at me.
“You know?” He looks at me for confirmation, and I nod.
“I’ve known for a while, and I’m sorry for the chase,” I tell him honestly.
“I’ll always chase you,” he says, and I nod. “With me you’ll never have a single fear.” He looks down at my costume and shakes his head. “This outfit, though. I can’t let you into the party dressed this way.”
“Wait a second.” I grip his shirt. “You don’t get to caveman me yet.” His lips tilt up on the side, letting me know I was right. My body is still on edge and needy for us to finish what was started last night. “Give me a couple of minutes.” I hold up two fingers, wiggling them, and he reaches out, putting one down. I pretend to think it over before shouting, “Deal!”
I spin back around and notice a lot of people are still glancing our way. I’m sure a lot of them were shocked by our public display of affection. In the office I keep it professional for the most part, but especially with clients and other lawyers.