Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
"I never thought I'd see the day you'll hate the idea of having more work to do."
"I'm a husband now," Rowland answered as he rose to his feet. "And as a husband—-"
"Don't even think about canceling this trip again," Anita warned strictly, "or I'll be forced to tell your wife about all the other meetings you canceled to have lunch with her."
"Dammit, Anita."
But his secretary only pretended not to hear this as she consulted her schedule book. "Mrs. Asherfield should be at the stables at this time, sir. You may want to say goodbye before leaving."
His wife was inspecting the newly built indoor heated pool for the staff when he found her, and a smile broke over her lips upon seeing him.
"Be honest with me, Mrs. Asherfield. If you had to choose between saving me or Princess from drowning, who would you save first?"
Emmy's brows furrowed. "Isn't it obvious? I'd save Princess first, naturally—-"
Oops.
Emmy only realized so many people were eavesdropping on their conversation when she heard Rowland's employees do their best to hide their laughter.
She turned to her husband guiltily, saying, "It's only because I know you know how to swim—-"
"There are times when I wonder if I need a tail and an extra pair of legs to make you love me more."
"But I already love you the most," his wife was quick to assert.
"I hope you mean that—-"
"I do," Emmy swore.
"—-and not just horsing around."
Emmy choked back a laugh as everyone around them groaned, but Rowland didn't even look the slightest bit bothered as he took her hand in his.
"This is one of the reasons why I love you," Emmy confessed as they started walking. "You used to be so serious all the time, but ever since we married, I love how you've started trusting me with these secretly terrible sides of yours—-"
Her husband looked at her oddly. "I'm not sure what you're talking about since I've always been perfect—-"
"Perfectly arrogant and cunning you mean," Emmy teased, "not to mention perfectly hopeless when it comes to cracking jokes."
Rowland's shoulders moved in a lazy shrug. "See? You said it yourself. I'm perfect."
A helpless laugh slipped past her lips, but her amusement soon turned to exasperation when they reached the helipad, and Rowland gave Emmy the most ridiculous list of dos and don'ts to follow.
Don't talk to another man while away.
Don't even think of smiling a them.
Or look at them.
Don't touch yourself—-
Emmy let out a gasp and hastily covered his mouth when she realized what he was saying. "Rowland!"
But her husband only took her hand off his mouth, asking, "Do I have your word on this or not?"
Emmy responded by pushing him towards the chopper. "You should go. It's not good to waste fuel—-"
"You're right," Rowland agreed silkily, and before she realized what was happening, he had already pulled her into the chopper with him, and the pilot had them off the ground in moments.
"If you can't promise not to talk to any man while I'm away, I'll just have to keep you by my side the entire time."
"Oh, Rowland." She could tell that her husband was deadly serious, and it was just so cute and crazy how possessive he was towards someone ordinary like her. There was never a time that he didn't make her feel desirable, and even when he was gazing at her with so much hunger in his eyes that Emmy unconsciously wetted her lips—-
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, seducing me like that?"
Emmy didn't even have time to comprehend what her husband had just growled into her ear. The next thing she knew, he already had her seated on his lap, and his hands were busy lifting her skirt and unzipping his pants.
She tried getting off his lap, but when he pulled her back down, he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Aaah
Rowland impaled her moist pussy with his throbbing cock, and he began fucking her with long, slow thrusts. His hands around her waist locked her in place, and Rowland was careful not to make any sudden forceful movements that would cause the chopper to rock unduly as he made love to his wife.
The moment he felt her buckle, he covered her mouth with a kiss, and she cried out against his lips as she started to cum. His own pleasure hit its peak as she started writhing in his arms, and Rowland ground his cock against her ass as he started shooting his cum inside of her.
It took a while for Emmy to recover from the aftermath of her orgasm, and she was immediately aghast at what she and Rowland had been up to even with his pilot seated mere inches away from them.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," her husband said right away as soon as he saw Emmy glowering at him. "I have no excuses. You know I can never control myself around you."