Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I pull back and change my position until I’m straddling him. “Keep begging. I haven’t decided if you deserve it yet.”
“You filthy fucking tease.” He grabs my ass. I laugh as he arches forward and plunges his cock inside me, slipping in deep, filling me to the brim. “I’m not going easy on you now.”
“Good. I don’t want you to. Fuck me like you want to break me.”
He thrusts hard into me, squeezing my ass. “God damn, baby, you feel so fucking good. I need to come. I need to fill you.”
“Keep going,” I say, breathing hard, bliss filling me again. “Beg for my pussy.”
“I love your fucking pussy. I love every inch of you. Let me fuck you and fill you, baby, please, I fucking need it.” He roars and pulls my hair, and I grind against him, the whole couch rocking and shaking as we fuck like goddamn animals. “Please, baby,” he says, and the pure lust in his voice ruins me all over again. I come hard on his dick, and he doesn’t stop. He thrusts and fucks me, and he fills me as he comes too.
“Shit,” I say, breathing hard. His heart’s hammering in my ear as I lean against his chest. “God damn.”
“Yep,” he says, laughing lightly. “Agreed.”
“All this over a stupid lock.”
“I think all I needed was the proper motivation in the end.”
“Exactly. And you thought I wasn’t a good teacher.” I reach up and lightly kiss him.
He returns that kiss with a surprising hunger. “You’re a perfect teacher,” he whispers, staring at me with pure adoration. “Listen. I need to tell you something.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” I shimmy off him and get to my feet. “You’re not about to say what I think you’re going to say, are you?”
He seems amused and stretches his arms above his head. God, he’s such a beautiful specimen, it’s unbelievable. “I might. Why are you reacting like this?”
“You’re not saying… you know what… right after sex. Absolutely not.”
His eyebrows raise. “Why not?”
“Because! It cheapens the whole thing!”
“Cheapens it? Baby, we’re living on borrowed time right now.”
“I don’t care.” I grab my clothes and start getting dressed. “Tell me when it means something.”
He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. And he doesn’t say that I’m wrong and crazy for thinking he was about to say those three stupid words, which means—
That’s how he feels.
It’s a strange revelation. I feel my cheeks turn pink, and I have to go get a glass of water to hide the sudden rush of emotion that hits me.
He loves me. Alexan loves me. I thought he did; I mean, I figured he did, but—
Now I’m sure.
He loves me.
A rush of giddy excitement runs into my belly. I glance at him as he pulls on a shirt and picks up the practice lock again. He gets back to work, concentrating this time without all the heavy baggage weighing him down.
Alexan loves me. He loves me, for real. Not as some forced bribe bullshit or a way to enforce a peace treaty, but as a partner and a wife.
He loves me, and I love him too.
“Got it,” he says, grinning and holding the lock up. “Fuck, woman, you are truly a great teacher.”
“Don’t call me woman. And thank you.” I drink down my water, fighting back the rush of toe-curling joy. I’m smiling like a moron, and he probably thinks it’s about the lockpicking. When really, I’m grinning because I’m in love. “Now do it fifty more times before we move on to the harder locks.”
“There are harder locks?”
“Better get back to work.”
He groans, shoves the lock closed, and obeys.
Chapter 38
Riley
“You know I don’t like this,” Alexan says, frowning at my father’s house. He glances away and looks around the block, searching for threats.
“I know, but it’ll be quick. Brenden needs some stuff from his room and I have a set of lock picks I want you to use hidden under my bed. It’ll just take a minute, okay?”
“I should come with you.”
“Just stay here.” I pat his hand and lean across the car. I kiss him quickly. “I’ll be fine.”
He clearly doesn’t like that, but I don’t give him the chance to argue.
For the past two days, we’ve done nothing but plan. We’ve gone over every inch of that house, from photos taken by Alexan’s crew to the actual blueprints he managed to steal from the city registry. He’s picked a dozen different kinds of locks, and he’s at the point where I’m confident he can handle anything he comes across.
Now it’s just a matter of giving him the right tools.
I head into the house. “Hello? Anyone home?” I hesitate, listening, and my stomach sinks when my father answers.
“Is that you, Riley?” He appears at the top of the steps, frowning down at me. “When you got married, I assumed you wouldn’t show up here much anymore.”