Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Ahhh!” I cry out, ecstasy obliterating my every nerve ending. “Jude! Oh God!”
Cum jets out of me, soaking my belly between us. My ass clenches around his cock as I orgasm, which in turn has him groaning with pleasure. When Jude comes, I swear it feels like his dick grows three times as fat right before he fills me up with his never-ending rush of cum.
Thank fuck I’m not a woman or this man and his super seed would have me pregnant in the blink of an eye.
When he finishes coming, he pecks my lips and then gently pulls out. We make yet another mess all over the bed and I’m glad Jude washes his own bedding. I’m not sure I could look Violet in the eye if she had to wash our messy sheets several times a day.
“Stay there,” Jude orders as he slides off the bed and heads toward the bathroom for a towel. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I smile and lie there like the Prince I am, waiting for my man to spoil and dote on me. He comes back and sets to cleaning me up with a warm rag until I’m feeling less like a puddle of cum and more like a human being again.
“Get dressed,” he says after stealing another kiss. “Dad’ll be here shortly.”
Frowning, I sit up and gape at him. “What?”
“He texted before we came up here and said he was on his way.”
“Y-You fucked me all slow and sweet knowing he was on his way?” I scramble off the bed and snag up my clothes from the floor. “What if he’s down there right now and we’ve kept him waiting?”
Jude laughs—warm, rich, and wonderful. “He probably is. Violet will shove cinnamon rolls down his throat until we get there. Don’t worry your pretty little head, sweet boy.”
I throw on my clothes and then walk over to him, craning my neck up to look at him. “You think I’m pretty?”
His eyes twinkle with amusement before growing serious. “Tate Prince, I think you’re pretty, handsome, hot, sexy as fuck. All of it.”
I preen at his words, grinning stupidly at him. “Is that all? Tell me more.”
He rests his forehead on mine and sweetly strokes my cheek. “I think you’re way more. In fact, you’re everything.”
I’m everything.
A month ago, a statement like that from my boyfriend might terrify me considering my past with Sean. But with Jude? I’m safe, cared for, protected.
“You’re everything too, big guy.”
My cheeks blaze with heat as me and Jude walk into the living room where Nathan waits. Jude squeezes my hand, encouraging me not to freak out, but it’s too late. This is super awkward.
“Hello,” Nathan says, an empty dessert plate sitting on the arm of his chair. “What took you two so long to come downstairs?”
I choke on my words and Jude just laughs. Nathan jolts at the sound, clearly surprised, but quickly recovers to grin at his son.
“What do you want, Dad?” Jude asks, ignoring his father’s ribbing. “I already told you we’d be at family dinner tonight.”
Nathan nods. “Good. Jamie made taco soup and it’ll feed an army.”
Jude tugs me over to the sofa, sits down, and then pulls me into his lap. I groan at him and he chuckles, letting me slide off and onto my own cushion.
“What’s up?” I ask, voice shaky with embarrassment. “Did you want to have a session?”
That’s right, Tate. You’re still their family therapist. Behave.
“Actually,” Nathan says, eyebrows furling. “That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with you.”
The room goes silent aside from the ticking of the clock on the wall. Unease trickles through me, making me fidget nervously.
“Oh, yeah? Everything okay?” I croak out.
Jude’s arm around me tightens and he pulls me closer. I force myself to breathe through whatever this is. This family likes me and they know about my past—about everything. I’m not being fired.
I’m not.
This isn’t like all the times before.
I know my worth and I help people. I’m damn good at it too.
Nathan pulls a check from his pocket and then leans forward to hand it to me. I take it from him, glance at the amount, and then nearly stop breathing.
Okay, so maybe not that good at helping people.
Damn.
“Nathan,” I rasp out. “This is too much. I haven’t even been working here that long.”
“Your bonus is included,” he says, eyes darting to Jude. “As agreed upon.”
I shake my head. “Actually, I can’t accept that bonus. I’ve fallen for your son and it wouldn’t be right or ethical. I’m sorry, but I can’t take that money.”
Nathan’s smile is wolfish and slightly terrifying. “You’re a good man, Tate. I had a feeling you’d say that.”
Okaaaaay.
“Um, yeah, here,” I mutter, thrusting the check back at him.
Nathan chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m not taking it back. Call it overtime or whatever makes it ‘ethical’ in your mind, but it’s yours.”