Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I stand, scooping her up with me and striding through her house to her bedroom. She’s wearing cute-as-hell patterned pants today, but the second I set her down, I slide them off, helping her step out of them before I unbutton her blouse and throw it on the floor, too. She smiles up at me in a pink floral matching underwear set that’s so perfectly her.
“Fuck, baby, you take my damn breath away,” I say honestly, admiring her in total awe. “So goddamn perfect.”
She steps towards me, sliding her hands under my shirt and tugging it off, then making quick work of the button on my pants. I yank her closer, picking her up and throwing her backward onto the bed, making her squeal and giggle as she bounces on the mattress. She reaches for me with a huge grin on her face, and I can’t help but grin right back as I join her.
Hailey wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pulling me close to kiss me.
Our bodies move in sync, proving how much we really are made for each other. As much as I want her, I want to see her fall apart and lose herself in pleasure first. I kiss down her throat to her chest, unclipping her bra and throwing it off to the side to give me access to her perfect breasts. I tease her peaked nipple with my tongue and teeth, loving every little gasp and whimper she makes.
She squirms, writhing beneath me as I kiss her stomach, then lower, easing her panties down her legs and kissing her hips, teasing her as much as she can cope with.
“Harvey!” she admonishes, panting. “Stop torturing me and fuck me already.”
I laugh, kissing her thigh. “So bossy,” I tease, though we both know I love her sass. “I was just trying to show you the love you deserve.”
I glance up just in time to see Hailey roll her eyes at me, her cheeks flushed and her hair messy around her head. “Show me with your cock instead,” she sasses, and though she tries to hide the smile on her face, the sparkle in her eyes gives it away.
“Your sass is going to get you in trouble one of these days,” I laugh as I brace myself over her, the head of my cock pressing against her wet center. We both know I’ll give her whatever she wants or demands without hesitation.
“You love it,” she grins, locking her heels around my back as her hands wander over my chest and stomach, tracing my muscles.
“I love everything about you,” I agree, sliding inside of her and taking whatever words she was about to sass me with out of her mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
She makes a moan of agreement, angling her hips as her inner muscles squeeze me, urging me to move. Knowing what she needs, I set the rhythm I’ve learned she loves, sending her spiraling when I fit my hand between us to trace circles around her clit. There’s no hope in hell of me holding off my own release when hers crashes into her, not when she’s crying out my name and clutching at me like she is.
I kiss her as we relax into bed together, holding her close and murmuring how amazing she is and how much I adore her until she falls asleep on my chest, peaceful and sated.
6
HAILEY
“Hey Reagan, what’s up?” I say as I answer my phone and put it on speaker. Reagan is my new social media manager. In the month since she took over from Lucas, aka the devil, I’ve felt better than ever about my work. She doesn’t yell at me or harass me over emails and got me one of my best brand deals ever in her first two weeks. Not only is she great at her job, but she’s so lovely that she’s becoming a friend, too. She’s joined me and Steph on a girls’ night already, and I know we will work great together.
“Hey, so I know it’s last minute, but I had an idea to get some photos for the new dresses you made,” Reagan says, sounding genuinely excited over her plan. She’s so passionate about her work, it’s infectious. “Meet me at the beach tonight, and we’ll do a photoshoot for socials?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” I agree, always down to pre-plan content.
“Oh, and make sure you do your makeup and hair,” Reagan adds, as if I wouldn’t make sure I was photo-ready. “And wear that white dress you worked on first. You can bring the others to change into.”
“Uh, yeah, okay,” I agree, a little confused as to why she wants the white dress first but trusting her vision.
“See you there at six!” Reagan chirps before hanging up.