Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“And I think we need to start the timer again.”
Nooo.
He began reading again.
God. As a punishment this actually worked really well.
“Somebody is getting very worked up,” he said calmly after several more minutes of reading. “I can feel you pulsing around my dick.”
“Please,” she whispered. “I want more. Please.”
“My poor baby.” Placing the book down, Slade cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple.
She let out a deep moan.
“That’s it. You can move now. Good girl, squeeze my dick. Is this comfortable for you or would you rather I flipped you over and rode you doggy style?”
“Oh my God, Slade! You can’t say things like that.”
He grinned. “I can say whatever I like, my Boo. Fuck, you feel amazing on my cock.”
Was he sent here to murder her?
It sure felt like it.
She rode his dick, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself as she moved up and down the hard shaft.
Her hair flowed down her back with each movement. And as he gazed up at her with lust and adoration, she felt . . . beautiful.
Her orgasm washed through her slowly, surprising her as she didn’t think she’d ever come without someone playing with her clit.
Staring into his eyes, she let Slade see all of her feelings.
Her love for him. Her desire.
Her need.
And he gazed back at her with the same things reflected in his gaze. With a fair bit of dominance in there as well.
And hunger. So much hunger.
Then he took over, drawing her up and down his hard dick until he reached the edge of his control. He couldn’t hold it back, coming with a shout.
Indie had never thought sex could feel this good. And she knew it wasn’t all about skill or need.
It was about feeling safe and loved.
Something she now had in spades thanks to them.
51
Indie finished making a pot of tea.
Slade was busy working again in his home office. He was on a video call so she was making him some tea.
Although she’d leave it outside of his door and text him. No way was she walking in there like this and risking someone on the other end of the call seeing her in her nightie.
This was part of her punishment. All she was allowed to wear was this nightie.
And nothing else.
They’d turned the heating up to a ridiculous level so she wouldn’t be cold. And before he’d headed out for a run, Spencer had put some fluffy socks on her feet with orders to keep them on.
He was ridiculous.
They all were. Rock was at the office today and to say he’d been grouchy about having to go was an understatement. But they’d spent the whole weekend together, cuddling and making love.
Frankly, she wasn’t minding a bit of downtime on her own. And neither were her girl parts.
Urgh, girl parts? Really, Indie?
She might go hide out in her teepee with a book. Last night, Slade had reignited her interested in reading and in the book he had gotten her.
She put the pot on a tray along with a plate of biscuits and a cup. He didn’t take milk or sugar so she didn’t bother with those.
Lifting the tray, she turned with it in her hands.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” a deep voice rumbled through the kitchen.
With a small scream, she dropped the tray. It was like it was happening in slow motion but she was stuck in sludge. She couldn’t seem to take a breath as the tea pot smashed and hot tea went everywhere.
Including all over her bare legs above her fuzzy socks
She let out a pained cry.
“Fuck!”
Quaid leaped across the kitchen so fast that she barely saw him. He picked her up and set her on the counter. It was so effortless that it stole her attention from the pain in her legs for a moment.
He carefully took off her socks, then he turned on the cold water and spun her so her legs were in the sink.
Indie let out a gasp of shock at the coldness. But it soon helped ease the burning pain.
“Fuck, your legs are all pink. We need to get you to the hospital.”
“No hospital!” she cried. “They’re fine.”
He shot her a look. “They are not fine. You’re burned. Fuck. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.” His gaze moved over her.
Was it her imagination or did his gaze linger on her breasts? The nipples were easily visible through the lace.
Should she cover up?
Probably. This was his home too. And he didn’t want her like that.
Although the way he stared at her said otherwise . . .
Nope. She had to be imagining things. And his gaze quickly moved away . . . so yeah.
Imagining things.
Idiot.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as he examined her legs.
His gaze shot to hers. “Sorry about what? How is this your fault?”