Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
He turned the shower on, his eyes narrowly watching her as he held his hand under the water to check if it was warm enough. “Really? Whose dick did you suck?”
Sage swallowed hard, not liking the expression on his face. “No one’s. I was just teasing you.”
Creed opened the shower door wider for her to go inside. “When we’re in the shower, I’m going to give you a brand-new lesson I’m not too tired for tonight on how not to tease me about other men.”
Sage bit her lip at the jealous glint in his eye. “Does it involve more spanking?” she asked cheekily as she walked into the shower.
“Baby, we’re going past spanking. I’m going to give you a big dose of hardcore.”
FORTY-SIX
Adjusting her baseball cap in the mirror of her vanity, she looped her ponytail through the back as she saw Creed come to stand in the doorway of her bathroom.
“Heading out to the ballpark?” He moved up behind her and reached under her baseball shirt to lay a possessive hand on her bare belly.
Feeling each individual goosebump spread across her skin, she leaned back against him. “We’re only going to the backyard. The girls want to have a baseball game with the plastic bats and balls you bought them. After breakfast, Allie and I will be on Tinsley and Colby’s team. Glory is going to be the umpire.” Flipping the bill of her cap with her fingers, she grinned at him in the mirror. “I have to look the part, or Tinsley won’t pick me for her team.”
Creed moved his hand up to push the bottom of her bra away to cup her breast. His other hand was getting busy, too, gliding into her shorts and panties to cup her intimately. Unconsciously letting her brush fall to the floor, she held onto his arm around her belly to hold herself steady.
“I need to go fix breakfast for the girls …” Unable to stop herself, she spread her legs wider, allowing Creed better access. His fingers stroking her clit was a sweet reward for not making him stop to go get breakfast started.
“There are frozen waffles in the freezer,” he suggested while lazily pinching her nipple.
She bit down on her lip at the pleasure he was stoking as she tried to come up with a better excuse for not fixing the girls a hot breakfast just so she could enjoy what Creed’s wandering hands were doing to her without feeling guilty.
As he nuzzled her neck, he delved one of his fingers inside of her. It instantly made up her mind. Cereal might not be as healthy as a hot breakfast, but they were a time-saver.
“I’ve not seen you in short-shorts before.”
“I haven’t worn them for years. I need to buy a new pair.” She gasped when his finger started sliding up and down inside of her. She barely managed to lock her knees to keep herself from dropping to the floor.
“Yes, you do.” Sliding his finger out of her, he went back to playing with her clit. “I don’t want you to wear these out of the bedroom. Find a pair of pants to wear. The security team will be watching your ass instead of the security feed.”
“It’s going to be hot today …” she protested sulkily.
“No,” he said firmly. Sliding his hand out from under her bra, Creed unsnapped her shorts then pushed them down until they pooled at her ankles.
Goosebumps spread from her belly throughout her whole body at the formidable way he was looking at her.
“You’re in luck this morning.” The benign smile on his lips didn’t fool her. “I don’t have to be in the office early. I have time to give you a geography lesson.” While one of his hands continued to tease and torment her nipple, his other went two inches from her knee. “I don’t want you wearing anything above here.” Casually, Creed moved his hand to the top curve of her breast. Thankfully, the thin cream-colored T-shirt sat above where his hand was pressing into her breast. “Nor anything lower than here.”
Sage gaped at him. “You’re kidding?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
No, his formidable expression told her just how serious he was taking this conversation.
She narrowed her eyes on him, mimicking his expression. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her, regardless of the magic he was creating between her thighs.
“I’m beginning to miss Kent; he was more of a gentleman. This isn’t the Ice Ages, baby … suck it up.”
Creed raised an eyebrow at her. “Really? You think I’m acting like a caveman because I consider these areas”—his hand went back to her thigh then back to her breast—“of your body mine?”
“Yes!”
“I consider this area of my body”—his hand gestured from his hip bone to the middle of his thighs—“yours. Am I wrong?”