Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Holy shit. She was threatened by a powerful politician. That’s why she can’t live in California…and she’s willing to put it all on the line to be with me.
I take her face in my hands. “I promise, your secret is safe with me. You have my word, Dash. And if it ever comes out, which won’t be from me, I’ll use every damn bit of my money and resources to make sure he never goes anywhere near you and K.” My mind is whirling with this information. Fuck that guy for using his power to bully Sophia. I don’t care what it takes…I’m going to make sure he never gets anywhere near her.
“Thank you,” she says through her quiet cries. “I want you, Easton. I’ve always wanted you. I was just afraid of what being with you would mean.” She climbs into my lap, straddling my thighs, and I grip the curves of her perfect hips to hold her in place. “I want to be with you. I’m sorry for pushing you away.”
“Stop,” I tell her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Part of why I’ve fallen for you is because you’re an amazing mother. You were doing what you had to do to protect your daughter, just like when Camden is born, I know you’ll do everything in your power to protect him. But I promise, you will never need to protect either of them from me, and whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”
For the second time tonight, her mouth crashes against my own. When I kiss her back, her entire body sags against mine in relief, and I vow to keep my word, to always keep my family safe. Because that’s what she is—my family. She, Kendall, and that precious little boy growing in her belly…They’re my family, and it’s my job to make sure they’re protected…at any cost.
Quickly, our kiss turns heated, and this time when her hands find their way under my shirt, I break our kiss to remove it.
Her cool hands run up along my stomach, landing on my chest. “I’ve missed you so much,” she murmurs, glancing down at my bare chest. She dips her head and places a soft kiss to my left pec, then swirls her tongue around my nipple before peppering kisses along my flesh to the other pec. She licks that nipple then bites on it playfully.
“Your body is so fit,” she mutters. “You’re hard…everywhere.” As if to prove her point, she wiggles her ass along my hard as steel dick, and that’s all it takes for me to take charge.
Lifting her by her ass, I carry her over to my bed and lay her on the mattress. I push my shorts down my legs, leaving me in only my boxer-briefs, and climb over her.
“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” I tell her, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Waiting for you to let me in…” I plant a kiss on the side of her neck, and she shivers in anticipation.
“I’ve imagined every way I would take you once we were finally together again.”
She stills at my words, and I stop kissing her flesh to look at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I—”
“Soph,” I growl. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”
“It’s stupid…and not my business.”
“What?”
“Have you been with anyone else?” she blurts out. “I know I asked you for space, and you’re this huge musician with all these women fawning all over you. And even though it would hurt, I’d kind of get it, because I’m the one who pushed you away, but—”
Has she lost her fucking mind? Then, I remember her only relationship was with a man who was cheating on his fiancée with her…This is all she knows.
“You asked for space,” I say, cutting her off. “That doesn’t equal me going out and sticking my dick in someone else.” Using one arm to hold myself up, so my weight isn’t on her, I use my other hand to rub my knuckles down her cheek. She’s so beautiful. So special. And in a lot of ways, despite her age, she’s young, naïve. She’s sheltered her and her daughter from the world.
“I’m a grown ass man, Dash,” I tell her, locking my eyes with hers. “I can control my hormones.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “Since the day at the park, when that bee almost killed me and you saved my life, it’s only been you. You’re all I want.”
I peel her tank top over her head, exposing her full breasts. Like she did to me, I give each nipple attention, licking and sucking. She squirms, moaning in pleasure, and I remember reading that pregnant women have sensitive nipples.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she breathes. “It feels good.”
I lick her nipple then blow on it, loving how it erects. I do the same thing to the other, and Sophia groans. “Easton, please. I need you inside me.”