Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“You need your bag?” he asks me and then laughs. “Forget it, you are going to be naked until tomorrow afternoon anyway.” He opens his door.
“I have to work at six a.m.,” I tell him and his eyes go small.
“You don’t work on the weekend.” He gets out and slams the door shut, and I groan as I get out of the SUV and he’s there waiting for me. “First, I’ll show you your surprise and then”—he winks at me—“I’ll let you redeem the suck-Jaxon’s-cock coupon.”
“You are so thoughtful,” I deadpan, putting my hand to my chest as he laughs out and drags me into the house. The minute I step forward, I’m expecting him to take me to the kitchen but instead he walks toward the bedroom downstairs, where he told me his parents usually stay when they are here.
“It’s not the same thing,” he throws over his shoulder, “but I thought it’s pretty close.” I don’t even understand what he’s saying as he flips the light switch on and the bedroom that was in there is gone and it’s now an office. “I was on your Instagram and I sent it to the designer I work with and he tried to get it to match but—”
“You were on my Instagram,” I repeat, “trying to get a picture to recreate my office?”
“Yeah,” he answers, looking around. “I mean, it’s not the same but you can change anything you don’t like.”
I step into the room and look around, seeing he even had built-ins made. And in front of the desk is a love seat that looks very comfy. “I improvised with that.” He points to the couch I’m looking at. “I figure if you want to stretch your legs and work, you can sit on the couch instead.”
“You did this?” I ask him, turning to take in the desk that is cream-colored with stainless-steel legs that are shaped in an X. The big computer screen is in the middle of the desk with a candle beside it and then a small vase of three roses. Behind the desk is a huge white cabinet with six drawers, on top of it are two lamps, one on each end, and an orchid in the middle.
“I didn’t do it all but…” I walk to him and he stops talking.
“You created an office for me,” I say, shaking my head.
“You said you have to work. I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explains, and I blink at him not sure I have any words in my mind at the moment, but then he says the rest and everything inside me melts. “I was even talking to the people who did your office about doing the nursery upstairs,” he says. “I’m going to get someone to come over and pack up the room and take away the bed. I might have bought a couple of things. The baby monitor that has like a video camera in it so we can see the baby from anywhere.” I take a heavy inhale before I grab his hand and drag him out of the room.
“Where are we going?” he asks me as I walk right to the stairs.
“I’m redeeming one of my coupons.” I look over at him and he tosses the bouquet he is holding in his hand to the floor before picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.
“I like this idea a lot.” All I can do is laugh, my laughter echoing in the room as I look on the bed and see a gift bag there. He tosses it to the side and I look at him.
“What is that?” I ask him.
“We’ll look at that after,” he declares, reaching for my long sweater and pulling it over my head. “We have coupons to redeem,” he mumbles as he bends his head and pushes down the cup of my bra. “You got bigger.”
“Jaxon!” I shout his name and his eyes go big when it registers what he said.
“Not like that.” He rolls his eyes. “I meant plump, you got plumper.”
“Jaxon,” I snap, “that isn’t better.”
“Baby.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, the sensation hitting me right in the base of my stomach and then shooting down to my clit. “You’re going to get bigger.” He moves to the other breast as his hand reaches behind me and he works on getting the bra off. “It’s going to be so fucking hot watching you carry my baby.”
“Our baby,” I correct, my hand reaching for his shirt and pulling it off of him. His hand goes to my pants while my hands go to the elastic of his sweats. “I need to,” I say, dropping to my knees and pulling his pants over his hips, taking his cock into my mouth.
His moan fills the room. “Fuck, I wanted you to sit on my face while you did that.” My eyes go big as I twirl my tongue around the head of his cock. “Baby,” he says, “I don’t know if I’ll last long, I haven’t in three days.”