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)
“Do you want to go shopping?” Warren ignores them, his attention on me.
“It might be fun to hang out.” I shrug one shoulder.
“Might? I’m right here.” Cosima motions up and down at herself, making me laugh.
"All right." Warren lets out a small sigh. "I'll have something arranged."
"I'll go with them." Z steps forward.
"No! He'll ruin everything." Cosima stomps her foot.
"You're a spoiled brat, you know that?"
"And you're an asshole." Cosima gives him the sweetest smile. "Did you know that? I'm guessing you do."
"Enough!" Warren barks at them. "I've had enough of all this. Everyone out of my office." I know he's not speaking to me because his hold on my waist tightens.
Both Z and Cosima leave Warren's office, bickering back and forth.
"Brian," Warren calls. He steps into the room. "Have the women removed from the property."
"Yes, sir." He gives a nod before disappearing back through the door, closing it behind him.
"You know—" I shift in Warren's lap to straddle him. His hand goes to my thigh, pushing it up under my skirt. "A lot of wives wouldn't be too happy about their husbands inviting a herd of young women into their house." I lift a brow.
"It was for you."
"Okay, do you have any friends? Should I invite a bunch of men over?" The growl that leaves Warren is immediate.
“Over my dead body.” His hands slip to my ass to grip and pull me closer. Warren’s cock presses against my sex.
“It is really sweet that you tried to find me friends; I’ll give you that, husband of mine. But I’m happy with Marks, and if I do want to make friends, I’ll have to leave the farm.”
“Is this important to you?”
“Today? No.” I shake my head. I rather enjoy being locked away with Warren, but this is our honeymoon-ish bubble. “But with time, that will change, I’m sure. You can’t keep me stowed away forever.” Warren starts to speak, but I cover his mouth with my hand. His brows lift, I’m sure in surprise, because who would dare to cover War’s mouth? No one. They’d likely lose that hand. “I know you technically can keep me locked away forever, but if you haven’t noticed yet, you have this little quirk.” Warren pulls my hand down.
“Quirk?”
“Yeah, quirk.” I smile. “Of wanting to make me happy.”
“I rather enjoy it when you’re happy.” Warren pulls down the straps of my dress. "Have you been reading any new books?" That wasn't what I thought he was going to say.
"Why?"
"You told me that you picture me when you read them, no?"
"I do." For a long time, the heroes of my books were faceless. That was until Warren entered my life, and then my mind started to fill that face in with his.
"The last one, he had her under the desk, sucking his cock." Heat rushes to my cheeks and pools deep in my belly. Warren might be new to sex, but the man isn't bashful or shy. "Only wondering if you had a new fantasy."
"Really?" I duck my head, peering up at him through my lashes.
"Yes, really." His fingers find the zipper in the back of my dress. When he pulls it down, it makes my breasts spill free. The tight material is no longer able to hold them. "I want you to find one you enjoy. Then, you'll read it to me." Warren's hands cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples, making them harder.
“Then what?” I gasp when he tugs on one of my nipples.
“Then I’ll make it a reality.” He leans in, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“Warren.” I sink my fingers into his hair. He doesn’t respond to me; his mouth is busy giving my other nipple the same attention. I reach between us, finding his belt. “I used to fantasize about you one day seeing me in the house, and in a lust-endowed moment, you’d drag me into your office where you’d lose control and take me without thinking. That you needed to be inside me so badly you couldn’t help yourself.”
Warren stands abruptly, pushing me down onto his desk. Things scatter to the floor.
"I could have taken this years ago?" He yanks my panties down my legs, pushing my dress all the way up before he undoes the button of his slacks, freeing his cock. Warren grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge, while guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. "Careful what you wish for, little mouse." Warren slams into me.
I gasp. His hand covers my mouth as his body pushes mine down into the desk so I’m pinned beneath him. "Can't let anyone hear." He latches on to my neck, sucking, thrusting in and out of me. "They might try to come and save you, and I'd have to kill them."
I whimper against his palm as he keeps thrusting in and out of me. Warren still has all of his clothes on, while I'm practically naked. With each thrust, his pelvis grinds against my clit, doubling my pleasure.