Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Yes!” she hissed, her body clenching hard with pleasure every time I bottomed out, the tip of my dick ramming against her cervix.
“Take it all, sunshine,” I growled. “Fuck, that’s it. Suck my cock deep inside you. Yes! Fuck!”
I’d learned really fast that the filthier my words were, the harder she climaxed and the more of my seed she’d suck up inside her.
“Oh yes! Wesley! Yes! Yes!” She shoved her hands in her hair, grasping the strands as she writhed and bucked, trembling on the edge of her orgasm.
I fucked her like a damn animal intent on claiming and breeding its mate. The bed hit the wall with the force of my thrusts, and the mattress springs squeaked in protest.
“Oh fuck, Sadie! Spread those thighs even more for me—fuck!”
She widened her legs until there was a wince of pain on her face.
“Good girl,” I gritted out through a clenched jaw. Then I pushed them back toward her chest and dug my knees into the bed. Sweat dripped down my chest as I fucked her with nothing but pure instinct. I had no control over my mind or body.
“Oh fuck, Sadie! Fuck! Oh fuck, yes!”
Her body shuddered violently, then a scream ripped straight from her soul as she shattered beneath me.
Like a rogue wave, my climax crashed into me, tossing me every which way until I didn’t know up from down. My cock exploded, shooting jets of hot come inside her, stuffing her full just like I’d promised.
“Whoa,” Sadie wheezed.
“Yeah,” I agreed, breathing hard as I collapsed on top of her.
Mindful of my weight, I rolled to my back, keeping my shaft planted inside her.
“How…?” Sadie blinked when she wiggled and realized I was still hard.
I shrugged. “Told you. I’m addicted.”
She giggled and rested her chin on my chest, gazing up at me with a cheeky grin. “Or maybe it’s not convinced its job is done yet.”
I raised a brow and rocked into her, making her moan. “You trying to get fucked again, sunshine?”
“Um…no,” she lied, her face turning red as she glanced away.
I cupped her chin and guided her head back so she was looking into my eyes. “Don’t ever be embarrassed to ask for what you want, sunshine. Especially not in bed.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her sweet smile returning.
“Now, answer my question. Looking to get fucked again, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
11
SADIE
If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be showing up to work with a six-foot-something, leather-wearing biker shadowing my every move, I probably would’ve laughed. But I couldn’t be happier about it.
Wesley held the door to the bakery open for me, his hand settling on the small of my back as I stepped inside. I couldn’t help teasing him as we walked through the front of the shop. “You know, this might be a record for the grumpiest bodyguard in bakery history.”
A grunt came from behind me. “Not your bodyguard.”
“No?” I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Because you’ve been doing a pretty good impression.”
“Being mine comes with perks.”
“Perks, huh?” I turned to grin up at him. “Like the kind you gave me last night…and again this morning even though we had to be up super early?”
His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Plenty more where those came from, sunshine.”
My knees nearly buckled on the spot, but I managed to play it off by grabbing an apron off the hook. Wesley settled onto one of the stools near the prep counter, crossing his arms and scanning the room like he expected an ambush to come out of the muffin trays.
Marcy walked in from her office with her usual bouncy energy and came to a full stop.
Her eyes flicked to Wesley. Then to me. Then back to Wesley.
“Well,” she said, drawing out the word. “I’m not one to brag when I’m right, but….”
I straightened quickly as she trailed off. “Good morning!”
“Good morning, indeed.” Her eyes sparkled as she moved past Wesley, who gave her a silent nod of acknowledgment. “Is this the part where I pretend not to notice the glowering biker watching your every move like a lion guarding a cupcake?”
I choked on a laugh. “He’s just…umm…making sure everything’s safe.”
“Uh-huh.” She arched a brow. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
I ducked my head and tried to focus on frosting a batch of cupcakes, my face burning.
“Back in a second,” Wesley murmured before striding out of the kitchen.
“So…” Marcy drawled, voice low and knowing. “You gonna tell me what it’s like to have an Iron Rogue look at you like he’s two seconds away from carrying you off over his shoulder, or do I have to keep guessing?”
My eyes widened. “What? No, it’s not…he was just being—”
Marcy laughed, holding up a hand. “Relax, I’m not judging. Just making an observation. A very accurate one.”
I bit my lip and looked down, my cheeks growing hotter.