Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I also never thought that my father would be spending his Christmas in a jail cell. All of his fraud and cons finally caught up to him, and now he’s where he belongs. I have no ill will toward the people of Mittenville because my father was a horrible man. He robbed everyone blind while smiling to their faces, but I knew better than most what he was capable of. My hope is that after everything that’s happened everyone has learned not to punish innocent people for the crimes their family committed.
Once people gave me a chance, Mittenville turned into the small town I dreamed about. Even tonight, I think everyone has shown up. Not only for the free food and alcohol but also to contribute to the fundraising efforts for Pine Group Home. The town has truly rallied around all of our efforts in a show of support.
We turned part of the family estate into a place for people who have nowhere to go or need help getting back on their feet. Mittenville, being a relatively small town, lacks the resources typically found in larger cities. That doesn’t mean that we don’t sometimes have people that need help, but Pine Group Home has made sure that it’s possible for everyone.
This place has been a blessing because it keeps Grandpa on his toes. Reba has taken over running the day-to-day, and the two of them stay busy.
“Told you this dress was going to be trouble.” Booker’s arm wraps around me from behind, and he pulls me into his big body.
“You know I like getting into trouble with my husband.” I turn in his arms and melt against him as he leans down and drops a kiss on my lips.
“This is the first time I’ve been able to get you alone for the past hour.”
I want to laugh because I swear it sounds like he’s pouting. This man can't stand to be away from me. I had no idea that I could receive such love and devotion. For so long, I felt forgotten, but he always makes me feel seen.
“I can’t help it if I’m popular,” I tease. It's actually quite amusing that when people have a question or need assistance, they prefer to reach out to me rather than Booker. I guess I’m less grumpy, but there’s no surprise there.
“Don’t make me jealous. You’ll end up pregnant again.” Booker’s hands slide to my ass, and my body heats at the thought. It has been far too long since my husband and I made love.
“Do you know what today is?”
“You think I don’t know what day it is?” I can see the need in his eyes.
I thought childbirth would be hard, and it definitely wasn’t easy, but not being able to make love to the man that’s my whole world is rough. It's not that Booker didn't try to satisfy my needs in other ways, but sometimes I just need to feel my husband's body on top of mine.
“You think we could sneak away?” I lick my lips, really wanting to have a few stolen moments with him. I was so busy getting ready for the party and nursing my baby boy that we didn’t have a chance to do anything before we left.
“Parker is fast asleep with Reba,” he says, and I’m reminded that she is an absolute godsend.
“Where can we go?” I peek around to see if anyone is paying attention to us.
“Little star, I’ve got the perfect place in mind.” Booker tucks me into my side, and I want to laugh when a few people stop us while we try to sneak out. Booker is grumpier than normal with them. “You think it’s funny?” he grumbles while leading me down the hallway.
“A little,” I tease.
“Careful,” he warns, and it makes my body heat in anticipation. I can tell he's on edge, and nothing turns me on more than when he gets worked up and aggressive.
Booker pushes open my old bedroom door, and the pink walls are as bright as I remember. Nothing about it has changed. It’s part of the house that stayed as my grandpa’s residence.
“I remember when you were in here and you stole my panties. You dirty man.” Back then, I hadn’t known how filthy he could really be. He likes to mix it in with sweetness too, but Booker has always known what I need. I truly believe that we are a perfect match.
“Oh, I’ll show you dirty.” Booker lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me over to the bed and then drops me down on the fluffy petal pink duvet. “You have no fucking idea the things I’ve thought about doing to you in this bed. I want that dress up around your hips. Now,” he orders as he grabs his belt.