Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Warren steps between my thighs, guiding the head of his cock to my pussy. It slides through the folds of my sex, hitting my clit. I moan, my body primed for it. He thrusts back and forth, the head of his cock hitting my clit over and over.
I grip his shoulder, my other hand searching for the side of the desk, needing to hold on. I don’t find it. Instead, Warren’s hand finds mine. His eyes capture mine like he’s staring straight into my soul.
My body seizes, and my hips try to lift as I start to come. Warren’s cock slips lower as stars dance behind my eyes. I feel the head of his cock press into me.
He lets out a groan, and I feel hot cum spurt into me. Warren’s deep blue eyes bore into mine as a guttural growl rumbles from him before he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him, breathing in his earthy sweet scent.
Warren told me he didn’t know if he was capable of love. I don’t think that’s true. The way he stares at me and touches me says it all.
He might not call this love, but whatever it is, I want it all.
Chapter Twenty
WARREN
Tova’s hand strokes up and down my back. I’m still standing on the side of the desk, but I’m draped over her. My face is buried in her wild curls. She always smells of sunshine.
My cock is still hard and pressed against her pussy. I was so close to sliding fully inside of her. Thank fuck I was so on edge I’d come, which let some of the blood go back to my head so I didn’t take my wife for the first time on my desk. I have fucked up a lot of this, but I won’t fuck that up. Besides, Tova isn’t wrong. I’m a big guy compared to her. I could feel how tight she was when I’d only put the head of my cock inside of her.
When I lift my head, Tova has a bright smile on her face. My mother was right. I needed to talk with my wife. Tova’s wild curls sprawl across my desk. How many times have I thought of this very scenario when it came to her? It had gotten so bad she started to come into my dreams, ones I never recalled having before. When they were of Tova, I remembered every second of them. I woke up affected.
“I was thinking—” Tova’s words cut off when I press down on her body, making sure it’s covered with mine as I reach under my desk. In quick succession I flick the safety off, aiming it at my office doors as they swing open.
“Shut the fucking door!” I bellow when I see my father standing there. His eyes widen, but he quickly shuts the door.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter.
“What just happened?” Tova’s eyes glance from me to the gun.
“I missed the alert that someone arrived.” I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You’re rather distracting.”
“Where did you pull a gun out of?”
“I have guns all over the house.” I stand, grabbing the shirt off the floor for Tova before fixing my own pants.
“They’re like stashed in random places?”
“Yes.”
Tova’s lips purse. She knows the life we live. Her own father has been a part of it for decades.
“I need to show you where they are and teach you how to use them.”
“My father has shown me.” Tova touches the handle of the gun as I pull her panties back and put them in place before buttoning up her shirt.
“You need more than to be shown.” Tova should be able to handle a gun without thinking. It should be natural to her. Being my wife obviously makes her a target, and I need her to be able to protect herself. “I’ll show you,” I push, trying to gauge her reaction.
“Okay,” she agrees.
“What’s bothering you?”
A small V forms in the middle of her brow when she either doesn’t like something or she’s contemplating. I’m getting better at reading her, but after all of our miscommunications, I’m going to be blunt. Tiptoeing around shit has been hurting her.
“The idea of guns being so easy to access when we could have little ones running around here.” Her words have my cock aching again with the thought of her carrying my child. I love that her mind went there. I did come inside her minutes ago. This possibility is now really on the table.
“I will make sure that the issue is handled before any little ones are running around.”
“Thank you.” She tugs on my shirt to pull me down. I claim her mouth in a kiss, the same mouth that had been wrapped around my cock only minutes ago. I groan at the reminder, my hard cock jerking in my pants. “Hey.” Tova pushes at my chest. “Isn’t someone here?” She points her thumb over her shoulder toward the door.