Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Stay here and I’ll have you bent over the arm of that sofa with my cock buried between those fucking gorgeous thighs in less than five. Go.”
She edged sideways, keeping her eye on his face. When she reached the bedroom, she threw herself inside and slammed the door. Not until the rattle of the handle told him she’d locked the door did he breathe.
He stabbed his fingers through his hair. Fucking hell.
“Don’t come back out,” he yelled at the door. Not for a week, at least. He didn’t know how he’d get rid of his raging hard-on. He rubbed a hand over his eyes, trying to erase the image of her scrubbing the floor in that outfit, which had been permanently burned on his retinas. He wanted her so badly.
He stared at the bucket and scrub brush on the floor for a long time before he realized she had actually been cleaning. That hadn’t just been for show. A quick glance around his place revealed vacuumed carpets, dusted surfaces, papers straightened into neat piles. Even the furniture had been vacuumed.
Well, I’ll be damned.
He wasn’t sure how to reconcile the hard-working housecleaner with the stuck-up snob who sneered at clothes from Walmart.
She’d busted her ass to clean his house, which he appreciated. He had to admit he didn’t do a good job around his own place. If he lived with other people, he would pull his own weight, but since it was just him, it hardly mattered. He spent all day fixing up houses for other people, making them perfect. He didn’t feel that inspired about doing it for himself. But now, seeing his place through her eyes, he cringed. It had been pretty bad. Certainly not the place you’d bring a girl to impress her.
But he’d done absolutely nothing to impress this girl, had he?
He headed out the back door to fire up the grill. He’d bought a couple of steaks and the idea of cooking for her after she’d cleaned his place suddenly seemed important.
“You can come out now,” he called out when he returned, pulling the steaks out of the refrigerator and slapping them on a plate to douse with seasoning and Worcestershire sauce. “If you’ve put something else on,” he added hastily.
She emerged, dressed in a pair of jeans and a bold, hot pink t-shirt. He winced. “I see.”
She folded her arms across her chest. She had a bra on this time, saving him from the pain of staring at her nipples. “What do you see?”
“I should have let you pick out your own clothes.” She still looked hot—because clothes didn’t make or break a female like her—but the outfit didn’t fit her right; the jeans were too big and the shirt too small.
She laughed softly, a gorgeous smile lighting up her face.
“Come here, Melissa.” He crooked a finger, half expecting her to tell him to fuck off.
She didn’t, though, and the swing of her hips as she sauntered over undid all the effort he’d put into calming his raging libido.
He caught one of her wrists and spun her toward the kitchen counter, placing her hand, along with its mate, on the edge of the countertop. “Spread your legs, baby,” he murmured in her ear.
Shockingly, she obeyed.
He brought his hand down hard on one jean-clad cheek.
She gasped, but didn’t break position.
He smacked the other side, just as hard. “You know what that’s for, princess,” he growled. With far less force, he brought his palm up to spank her pussy.
“Oh!”
He shoved his hips up against hers, reaching around and rubbing the seam of her jeans against her clit. “Thank you for cleaning my house,” he murmured against her ear, then nipped it with his teeth. “That was nice of you. I’m sorry it was a mess.”
He didn’t often apologize, and it wasn’t easy, especially not with her. Fortunately, she didn’t get high and mighty on him. Of course, she may not have even heard, because his finger kept working the seam of her jeans right up against her clit and she squirmed against him, her breath coming in quick sharp pants.
“I found out why you smell so good for a human.” He licked along the shell of her ear. “You have some wolf blood in you.”
“Does that turn you on?” The husky purr of her voice nearly made his cock turn bionic as it tried to punch right through his jeans to nail that sweet little ass she kept grinding against him.
His vision domed but he drew deep breaths to keep the beast at bay. “How long do you think it would take me to make you orgasm right here, with those jeans still on your hot little body?”
She trembled beneath him, grinding her pussy on his fingers. When she didn’t answer, he gave her mons another slap. “Hmm?”