Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“I’ll cover your roof,” I said, kicking myself for not anticipating her needs before we left this morning. “You need to get down from there before you fall or the rest of the roof caves in.”
She mimicked my stance with her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side. “I can take care of it.”
“Not happening,” I countered.
“But–”
“No way while I’m living next door are you putting yourself in danger like this.”
I should apologize for being an asshole. She probably could put the tarp over the hole on her own. Nail it down. But she could fall and not heal like a shifter. Except she didn’t know that was why I was so fucking adamant.
“Oh yeah?” There was a challenge in her voice.
I was fucking this thing up. I opened my mouth in hopes the right words would come out, but then I caught sight of the outline of Joy’s nipples.
She wasn’t wearing a bra under that barely-there top, and it was clear her nipples had stiffened into points.
At what? The sight of me?
Or was it my bossiness that turned her on?
She’d called me bossy this morning, but the look she’d given me made me think she liked me in charge.
Everything I’d said since I got out of the car was me being bossy and in charge.
Fuck, yeah, honey.
I’ll be the boss of you. I’ll boss you all the way to my bed.
“Yeah,” I countered, then added, “Bad girl,” to test it out. To test her.
She squatted down to sit on the edge of the roof and kicked her feet like a kid.
She was in flip-flops. Flip flops! On a fucking roof! Cute, but not functional.
“You gonna spank me?” she challenged, cocking her head and giving me that smile again.
My dick got rock hard at her suggestive tone and wondered if her pussy was sore from the pounding I gave her the night before.
Okay. I hadn’t misread the situation. Good to know.
I sauntered over until I stood right beneath her. “That’s right, beautiful. You have two choices. Climb down that ladder or jump. Either way, if you come down right now, I’ll go easy on you.” I held out my arms to show her I would catch her.
A flush ran up her neck, and I caught the scent of her arousal on the light breeze.
“You want me to jump?”
“That’s right, honey. Jump down, and I’ll show you the consequences of your reckless behavior. It’ll be a lesson we’ll both enjoy.”
My beautiful mate. She didn’t hesitate for even a second. She just launched herself off the edge of the roof.
I caught her in my arms, bending my knees and swinging her around to soften any impact she might feel.
“Damn.” She sounded impressed.
I liked the way she was looking at me–like I had something she craved. Like I was the thing she craved.
“What about my roof?” she asked.
“I’ll get to it later. Gotta take care of you first. You’re gonna find out what happens when you give me a heart attack like that.” I carried her toward my house, flipping her to ride over my shoulder when we got to the door, so I could pull out my keys.
“What?” she shrieked as I tossed her in the air to reposition. “Oh my God. Wes, you are a beast.”
“Yes, honey, I am.” I stepped into the house and carried her to the living room where I tipped her back down to her feet at the side of my couch.
Her cheeks had flushed a pretty shade of pink from being upside down, and they made her blue eyes look bright. Her dimples creased as she looked at me, breath moving faster with excitement.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” Through her top, I pinched one protruding nipple between the knuckles of my forefinger and middle finger. “I see you pointing at me.” Our gazes locked.
Her eyes danced with excitement.
“Turn around, Reckless.” I circled my finger in the air. “I’m going to turn your ass red.”
She hesitated. “Um, where’s Remy?”
“Preschool.” I waited, wanting to be sure she truly consented after that answer. That she wanted this. When she slowly turned to face the couch, I filled both my hands with her soft ass and squeezed.
“Good girl,” I praised, reaching around to the front of her hips to unbutton her shorts. “Let’s get these off you, so I can see my handprints when I spank you.”
Her fingers came to mine, so I stopped, again, waiting for consent.
Neither of us moved for a moment. “Take them off,” I murmured in her ear then waited for her obedience.
She instantly complied, like the glorious, sweet thing she was. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts and pushed them down her hips, along with her panties. They hit the floor, and she stepped out of them.
“That’s it, honey. Just like that.” I caught her wrists and pulled them gently behind her back, then pushed her torso down over the side of the overstuffed sofa arm. It made a perfect bolster for hips.