Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“My father.” I sigh, hating that we’ve been interrupted.
“Oh my God.” Tova covers her face with her hands, her cheeks flushing.
“What’s wrong? He didn’t see you.” I’d made sure of that. I’d hate to have to shoot my own father for seeing my wife naked. She’s for my eyes only.
“He knows what we were doing,” she whispers.
“So?” We’re married. I should be on a honeymoon with my wife. Alone on some island or in the middle of nowhere in a cabin where I could have her all to myself. Why hadn’t I thought of that before?
“Because!” she hisses. Tova’s cheeks start to turn pinker, lighting up her freckles.
“I don’t understand. Are you embarrassed by this?” Of me? I don’t say the last part out loud, but that thought is there. That would sting. It hits me that this is what it feels like to give a shit about what someone thinks of you.
“What? Like, of us?” I give a curt nod. “No, it’s just weird. People knowing. I don’t know.” She throws her hands up. “I guess it doesn’t matter, but sex and parents is just weird.” Tova huffs a breath. “I bet I look a mess too.” She starts running her fingers through her hair, flustered.
“You’re never a mess. Unless you count your pussy.” Yes, I left that rather messy.
“Warren.” Tova gasps, her mouth dropping open. “You have a filthy mouth.” She hops down from my desk. I quickly brace her hips to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. “I love it.” Tova lifts up on her tiptoes, her head dropping back. “This means I want a kiss.”
I comply, claiming her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. My hands slip under the shirt to her ass. It takes all I have not to lift her, carry her to our bed, and claim her fully as mine.
“All right now.” She wiggles her ass, only making me tighten my hold. “Your father.” Tova nods to the door. He will never open that door again without knocking.
“He can fuck off.”
Tova rolls her eyes. “I need to go find my contacts and change them out.”
“I put your glasses and contacts in the bathroom.” I thought she’d see them. When I went to her home to pack, I spotted them in her bathroom. I brought them back up to the house for her, making sure she had everything necessary to be comfortable in our home.
“Oh, I must have missed them. That was sweet of you.” I didn’t really think of it as being sweet. I only wanted to take care of her. I’m her husband. “Now deal with your father.” I release my hold on her.
“I should walk you back.”
“Seriously?” She laughs. “Wait, you are serious.” Tova shakes her head. Why would I not be? “I’m not leaving the house.”
“You don’t have pants on.”
“It’s a dress.” I shake my head no. It’s not a dress. Wearing what looks like only my shirt and her curls all wild, she is the definition of sex. “I’ll go straight to our room.”
“Fine,” I agree, not wanting to be controlling or appear that way. I can give her this. I know I have to pick my battles. There are other things that involve her that will come to a head. Especially when it has to do with her coming and going so freely.
“Thank you.” She wiggles her finger at me to lean down, and I do. Tova presses a kiss to my cheek. “Can you have dinner tonight?”
“What about lunch?”
Tova gives me a lopsided smile. “If you can.”
I will. I watch her leave my office; my father appears in the doorway shortly after.
“You beat the shit out of a cop?” I’m glad he doesn’t make mention of what he saw earlier between me and my wife when he opened the door.
“If you’re talking about the guy that physically hurt one of the girls at the club, then yes, I guess I beat the shit out of a cop.” I couldn’t care less who the fuck the individual was. He needed to be taught a lesson. A lesson that others would hear about and respond accordingly.
“Could bring some unwanted attention our way, though. Need to be careful for a while. You know how fragile these local cops' egos can be.” Tova flashes through my mind at my father’s words. I’ll kill that motherfucker without hesitation if he tries any sort of retaliation. Especially if it’s aimed at my wife. My fists clench.
“Isn’t that why we have most of the cops in these towns on our payroll? I’ll make a few calls.” My father nods in agreement. I hadn’t thought much of the asshole since Ronan and I rolled him out of the back of the SUV into an alley. I need to go back to the information Violet sent over. My wife has kept me rather occupied. She can even do it when she’s nowhere near me.