Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
It was why her picture had started becoming nothing more than a fantasy. Her vision of being a wife and mother was so outdated. Maybe she was born in the wrong era. Either way, Mateo had changed that. They were both looking for the same thing, and they had found each other.
It didn’t help that she was nervous. Stepping away from the bathroom counter, she clenched her hands into fists. Staring at her reflection was not going to get her pregnant, or help her face having sex. She moved toward the door and finally stepped out.
Mateo was already there, in a bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was so handsome. Thick, black hair, with just a few streaks of white. Thick muscle and she knew from his sleeves being rolled up, that his arms were covered in ink. There was even some peeking around his neck. Intense blue eyes. She loved the color blue. The sky and the ocean. Beautiful things. She had never been to the ocean, but every day, she got to look up at the sky and marvel at its beauty.
He stood up and she felt her mouth was dry. Ella wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. She felt so embarrassed by her lack of experience, not knowing what she was doing.
Instead of running to the bathroom and cowering behind some piece of furniture, she took a step toward him. She had not gotten through life running and hiding.
Not once did she hide from a foster family who was intent on dishing out punishment. In fact, one of the younger girls had broken a well-loved plate. Ella had stepped in and taken the beating in the young girl’s place. She was no coward, nor a doormat.
Stepping in front of him, she looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said. She expected him to lose patience, but instead, he tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
“But I do.”
He cupped her cheek, sunk his fingers into her hair, then his lips were on hers and she lost all sense of thought. Her body belonged to him and him alone. She felt an answering pulse between her thighs, and she pressed them together in the hope of keeping some semblance of control.
The kiss didn’t last long, and she felt his hands at the belt of her robe. He tugged, and within seconds, her robe was open. He placed his hands on her shoulders, started to ease it off, and she looked at him, a little shocked as she stood before him naked.
She didn’t get a chance to reach for his robe, as Mateo had already taken matters into his own hands. Ella couldn’t believe she was standing naked, staring at her boss—no, not her boss, her husband. The weight of the wedding band was proof of that. They were married. Together and married.
It was crazy and insane, and she couldn’t quite get her head around it. They were ... married. And naked. She couldn’t forget naked, and Mateo was covered in ink. Where she was soft, he was hard.
He took hold of her hand and placed it on his chest. “You don’t have to panic, Ella. I will go nice and slow, and you will tell me if you need me to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” And then he kissed her.
She didn’t know if anything this good was going to be bad. She loved it when he kissed her, and his large hands running all over her body made her ache in ways she never thought possible.
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It had been a long time since he was a horny teenager, but Mateo was close to losing control. The urge to throw her on the bed and thrust balls-deep inside her was so strong, and he didn’t know how he managed to hold himself back. When it came to Ella, over the past couple of years, it was a fucking miracle he had been able to hold himself back. She had been pure temptation.
Never had he spent so much time at one of his bars. He tended to get weekly updates from managers, but he loved to see Ella, loved to watch her work. And he enjoyed talking with her. She was something else. And that feeling had never gone away.
Now, as he ran his hands all over her, he knew he had won the jackpot. Ella was everything. So fucking precious.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Moving her so she was closer to the bed, he urged her back until her legs touched the bed, and he helped her lie down.
Leaning over her, he stared into her yes. “Trust me.” Then he kissed her lips and trailed down her neck. Flicking his tongue across the pulse at the base of her neck, he couldn’t resist biting down, hearing her quiet moan.