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)
A thousand possibilities taunted his mind, all of them undesirable—-
'I'm sorry."
But none of them involved his Emerald apologizing to him in a slightly unsteady voice.
Fuck.
Her emerald-green eyes were difficult to read. All he knew was that she had meant what she said, but what he didn't know was what those words were for.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Was she saying sorry because she didn't think they would work? Or was she saying sorry because it was marriage itself that overwhelmed her? He knew the latter possibility should've pleased him. It would mean he had a chance to get her in his bed without having to give her a wedding ring. And maybe, with another woman, he would've preferred it to be so. But with Emerald?
"What are you saying sorry for?" he asked roughly.
Because if she was sorry that they were married, too fucking bad, but he had gotten used to thinking of her as his wife now. So if she thought she could just suddenly ask him to let her go—-
"I panicked earlier. I wasn't thinking clearly. I should've waited for you."
Rowland felt as if he had suddenly escaped death, and when he saw how her beautifully bare breasts were rising and falling more rapidly—-
Emmy could only gasp as Rowland suddenly pushed her against the wall and pinned her wrists over her head. It left him standing directly under the shower, and her mouth dried as the thin white shirt he wore under his blazer turned wet and completely transparent.
Oh. My.
He was the sexiest man she had ever seen in his life, and she couldn't stop staring at how every inch of his chest was freakishly ripped.
"You like what you're seeing?"
"Um..."
"I hope you fucking do since I love what I'm seeing."
Oh!
She could only tremble as she watched him slowly reach forward until he was cupping her breast, and a moan escaped her lips at the delightfully strange sensation of a man's large, strong hand gripping one of the most intimate parts of her body.
"I love what I'm touching, too. And I bet I'll love how it tastes even more..."
He bent down, and her body buckled with feverish anticipation. His mouth closed over one throbbing nipple, and desire pulsed through every vein of her body.
"Rowland..."
He growled at hearing his name on her lips, and her body arched up against his mouth as he started to suck.
Aaaah.
He sucked harder, and she started seeing stars.
Restlessness whipped around her and she lost all sense of time. How long he sucked, she didn't know, and could only whimper anew as he moved to her other breast. It started all over again, and with her arms still pinned over her head, the inability to touch him caused her belly to tighten with the most excruciatingly delicious sense of pressure.
Something started to build, and she began to writhe and pant.
"P-Please..."
she didn't know what she was asking for, but her boss obviously did. She stiffened when his teeth scraped against her nipple, and this turned out to be her only warning just before he suddenly reached down to grip her pussy as if staking a claim.
Aaaah.
His fingers remained still on the slick folds of her sex, but it was still more than enough to have her whole world spin off its axis.
She started to come just as the fingers circling her wrists finally relinquished their hold, and all she could do was hold on to his massive shoulders as her writhing figure fell against his while wave after wave of pleasure continued to pound her pussy.
It was in the aftermath of her first orgasm that her boss gently set her back, and all she could do was watch rather dizzily as he reached for the hand shower. Reality struck only when he had started cleaning her between her legs, but when she started to protest and reach for the shower wand—-
"Don't deny me the privilege of caring for you."
The words had her arm falling back against her side, and Emmy was torn between mortification and a surreal sense of pleasure as she watched her boss—-
No, stop that, she mentally chastised herself. It was time she faced the truth, no matter how incredulous and incredible it was. Rowland Asherfield was not just her boss but her husband. Even more amazing was how a gorgeous billionaire like him considered it a privilege to clean her, and aaaaah...
Emmy bit back a cry as the way he was stroking her pussy clean started turning her on. She fought against the urge to squirm and writhe as best as she could, but when he stepped back, and she saw the amusement gleaming in his eyes—-
He knew!
She tried to get past him in her embarrassment, but all she managed was one small step before her husband had her up in his arms and carried her out of the shower.