Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Where could he find them? Because he planned on teaching them a lesson for upsetting her.
“If anyone ever says that to you again, then you should knee them in the balls.”
She let out a choked laugh. “What if it’s a woman?”
He shrugged and moved closer. “I’m sure it will still hurt.”
She grinned widely, and it made him feel so much better. He settled on the bed and faced her, reaching up to brush her red hair back off her face.
“You’re more than good enough, darling girl. You’re so perfect, so beautiful, and sweet that you take my breath away. I’m sorry I was over there trying to make myself remember that I’m no longer driven by my dick’s needs and not here taking care of yours. That’s not good enough, and I’m going to do better.”
Who was this guy?
Seriously. Could he be any more perfect?
She wasn’t sure this was even real. She pinched her arm, just to double-check.
“Whoa. What was that? What are you doing?” He grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her other arm. “Don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Just making certain this is real. That you’re real. Although maybe I should pinch you.”
He smiled, cupping the side of her face. “Believe me, we’re both real. This is happening.” Leaning in, he kissed her lightly before deepening the kiss. Her heart skipped, then started racing.
Oh Lord.
She moaned as he drew away, wanting more.
“Now, we need to have a small chat because I don’t like those derogatory things you just said. I’m not going to spank you, yet. But I’m taking note. And when the time comes, you’re going over my knee. You are so beautiful. Inside and out. And I wish I could strip you off and show you just how much I adore your body.”
She wanted that. And dreaded it too.
Because then he would see just how flawed she was.
Then again, it seemed that he liked what he saw. A lot.
Maybe she needed to try and change her mindset. When had she started hating her body?
Probably when Chad first started making comments about it. Shit. She would not let that guy ruin anything else for her.
“Now, lie back down and lift your top up. You’re too tense to sleep.”
“Whose fault is that?” she grumbled as she slid around to lie on her front.
She wasn’t expecting the slap on her ass, though in hindsight, she probably should have.
A tingle ran through her body, but she made sure to frown as she glared back at him. “What was that for?”
He gave her a stern look. “Are you trying to blame me for being all wound up, Shortcake?”
“Well, you’re the one who looks like he could have stepped out of a cowboy magazine. And to top it off, instead of being an arrogant asshole, you’ve got this gilded tongue that seems to know all the right things to say. Of course it’s your fault.”
“I mean everything I say, Gwen,” he told her seriously.
“I know,” she whispered.
And that was kind of the problem. Because he was genuine. And she knew . . .
She’d never find anyone else like him.
15
Just keep yourself under control, man.
You’re fifty-four, not fifteen.
But his cock didn’t seem to understand that. All he wanted was to sink himself inside this gorgeous woman’s pussy and never come out. To have her wrap those beautiful lips around him. He was pretty positive that was going to be the best way to stop her sassy mouth.
He nearly snorted at that thought. He loved her sass. Loved her fire and spark.
Which made it hurt that much more when she looked unsure.
No, that wasn’t Gwen. She should always be filled with self-confidence, with the knowledge that she could do anything. And that if she ever fell, there would be someone there to cushion the landing, to help her get on her feet and brush her off.
Fuck. Stop it.
Coming into her hotel room had probably been a foolish idea in hindsight.
“Oh, God, Dominic. Right there.”
Shit.
She was definitely sent here to torture him. Someone had it in for him.
He pressed into the tight muscles in her back and she let out a low moan.
Christ. If these were the noises that she made while getting a massage what would she do while his tongue fucked her pussy nice and deep?
You have got to stop.
He moved further down her back toward her butt, digging his fingers in. Her bottom pushed up toward him.
Hell, yes.
He wanted to order her to raise her ass up, present it to him.
Easy, man.
She’s not ready for your brand of ownership.
Everyone thought he was this sweet, kind gentleman—and he was. But he was also a Dom. And he liked to be in charge. Especially in the bedroom.
“Oh, please,” she moaned.
He’d managed to get most of the knots out. He was concerned by how tense she was, though. Her muscles were obviously sore from her bike ride today. And he’d avoided any bruises so as not to hurt her further. But this was more than that.