Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Christ, man. What the—”
Boone doesn’t let him finish, leaning forward and hoisting the guy to his feet. He grabs him by the collar of his sweat-stained shirt and drags him in front of me.
“Apologize,” Boone barks.
“Wha—”
Another slap, this one softer, but still over the same swollen cheek.
“I’m sorry, man,” he yells the apology, catching everyone’s attention at the checkout. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just having some fun.”
“Apologize to her.” Boone’s dark, husky voice blends beautifully over the devastating demand.
“I’m sorry, miss,” he mumbles, terrified.
“It’s fine,” I say, gulping in awe at how easy Boone manhandles the guy.
“You got off lucky,” he says and, with my acceptance, yanks the guy back by the shirt, launching him toward his friend. Leaving their trolley full of goods, both start to run, disappearing out of the building and into the hot morning sun.
This should terrify me, but it doesn’t.
It just makes me want him … need him … so much more.
Like I already do, and always will, belong to him.
8
BOONE
Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could you let her see you like this?
The real question should be, how could I have stopped myself?
Still seething from the look on Callie’s face when her boss called, I’d say those pricks got off lucky. Talking to my princess like she’s a cheap piece of meat.
We drove back in silence. Me, too afraid to speak, lest I somehow fuck things up further. Callie, I’m sure, is quiet from believing she’s shacked up with a psycho. I stop in front of the apartment and walk her up the stairs. Watching her hips sway and ass jiggle, with each one she takes.
Today was supposed to be perfect, a great setup for what I had planned for tonight. Now? I’ll be lucky if I find her here in the morning.
“Callie, I’m…” Not sorry. Never will be for defending her honor. Navigating the best way to express that without sounding like a damned lunatic is harder than I expected. “You shouldn’t have seen me like that.”
“Like what?” Her long, lush eyebrows flutter as she speaks. She heads into her apartment, gesturing with a single finger that I follow.
Can’t be a bad sign.
“Losing my cool. Getting aggressive. Any of it,” I admit reluctantly. Some deep part of me is happy she saw it. That she got to see what I am so early into whatever this relationship is blossoming into. Things can only get better from there.
“Why not?” Lazily discarding her handbag onto the sofa, Callie continues walking until she reaches the foot of the bed. She spins around to face me before dropping onto it, with a sweet little smile that screams she’s up to no good.
And for the first time since we stood in that checkout line, I breathe a deep sigh of relief.
“Because I don’t want to fuck this up?” I say it bluntly. Honest. A half-assed attempt at wearing my emotions on my sleeve and being vulnerable.
Callie chuckles and shakes her head. “I liked it.”
“You did?”
“I want more of it.” She nods slowly, but my eyes can’t focus on her response as her legs slowly start to spread, giving me a view straight up her dress. And tucked away beneath it, she’s wearing a pair of black silk panties with a sheer front. “I want you to show me your wild side.” Her cheeks turn several shades darker as the last word lingers on her lips. But those eyes, desperate and eager for what’s to come, never lose their luster. “Daddy.”
Before I can register what’s happening, I’m storming toward her. Tearing off my clothes with every step closer until I’m inches away from her with nothing but my boxers still on. Not that they’re doing much to hide what’s waiting beneath. Already rock-hard and ready, my cock tents the black material in front of her face.
And Callie stares at it wide-eyed, her hand extended outward to brush it. “Fuck.”
“Fuck,” I parrot, but maybe it’s from her soothing touch against my throbbing manhood.
“Are you going to let me have it?” She gulps, running her fingers along the length.
“If it’s what you want,” I say. If we’re going to do this, she has to be the one in control.
“I do.” Callie moves her hand to the waistband and slots three fingers inside it. Without warning, she yanks it downward, and my cock bounces free from its confines. “I want to feel you inside me, Daddy.”
The sensation sends a shiver up my spine, and the adorable look of astonishment on her face makes it so much harder to control myself.
Callie’s hand trails back to my cock, prodding and squeezing like she’s testing what she’s about to have inside her. I groan with every touch, each one firing off another round of pleasure through my body.
Once she’s had her fun, I lean forward, and our mouths meet. My hands instantly hook under her dress, lifting it higher and higher until our kiss is the only thing blocking my way from taking it off. Parting briefly, I pull it over her head and discard it at my feet.