Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
No, not just something, his cock. Oh my God, had she just kneed him in the balls?
“Did I knee you in the balls?” she said quickly, the words almost rolling together.
“Um, yeah. But it’s okay. It hardly hurt at all.”
Sure, right. She really believed him.
“It hardly hurt at all?” she asked. “You’re lying on your side with your legs up, cradling your balls. Oh my God, you’re protecting them from me. You think I’m going to do it again. I am such an idiot. What was I even doing lying on top of you?”
“You crawled on top of me while you were asleep, I think,” he said.
“I am so sorry. I can’t believe I did that. I don’t know why I would have done that. I don’t usually sleep on my stomach.”
“Hey, it’s all right,” he soothed. “It doesn’t matter. I thought it was rather cute.”
“Right, until I woke up, didn’t know where I was, panicked, and kneed you in the balls! Pretty sure you don’t think that was cute now, do you?”
“Definitely more painful than cute, but I’m over it. They’re fine now. Nothing’s wrong with them. It’s probably good for them to have a whack every now and then, gets the blood flowing.”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that.” She lay back on the bed with a groan, placing her arm over her eyes.
“Baby, hey, stop worrying. I’m fine. It was just a small knee to the balls. What’s the saying? What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger? I’m always saying I need stronger balls.”
She shot him a look of disbelief. Was he trying to make her feel better? Because it wasn’t working. “Really? You want stronger balls?”
“Don’t all men? It’s not like you can weight train with your balls.”
Lily groaned. “Please stop trying to make me feel better. It’s not working.”
He moved her arm away from her eyes and grasped hold of her chin. “Listen to me. I am fine. Stop feeling guilty.”
“You know, just because you give an order doesn’t mean that someone has to follow it,” she told him.
“Of course it does. Otherwise, why would I give an order if I didn’t expect you to follow it? You should always follow my orders. I know what I’m talking about. I’m always right.”
“Are you always this confident?”
He seemed to think about that for a moment. At least he was thinking about it. Surely, he was going to realize that he wasn’t always right.
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m surprised you took a moment to think about that.”
“Well, I didn’t really. I just thought that you needed a moment to think about it. Now, are you going to stop stressing about kneeing me in the balls?”
“I wouldn’t say I was stressing,” she said.
“You were,” he replied. “And there was no need to.”
“I’ll try not to climb on top of you again,” she told him. “Maybe we should put down a pillow barrier. That might stop me.”
“We are not putting down a pillow barrier, and I don’t want to stop you from climbing on top of me. I rather like the feel of you lying against me.”
“Only I wasn’t lying against you. I was right on top of you. Could you even breathe?”
“Of course I could breathe,” he told her. “You were right where you needed to be. With me, touching me, being mine. Maybe I’ll just have you sleep like that all the time. Although it might not be that easy to go to sleep.”
“Right, because I’d be squishing you.”
“No, because my cock would be as hard as concrete and unlikely to go down.”
Holy moly. Did he really just say that?
Her eyes couldn’t help but drop down to his cock, or where she imagined it would be since he was under the covers.
“Believe it or not, despite the whack my balls just got, it’s definitely hard.”
“Why?”
He gave her an incredulous look and she felt herself go bright red. “Did you really just ask me why it’s hard?”
“Well, it’s not like we’ve been doing anything sexy.”
“You were lying on top of me. You don’t think that’s sexy? And now you’re lying next to me, staring at me with those big blue eyes. With your red lips all nice and wet and plump. Your cheeks blushing at the idea of me being hard for you. It’s all fucking sexy, baby. Everything you do is, from the way you move, to the way you talk, to the way you look at me.”
“How do I look at you?” she asked in a soft whisper.
“Like you think I could do anything. Like I’m your hero. Like I’m a candy bar when you haven’t eaten chocolate in years.”
Oh, God. She really did think all of those things when she looked at him.
“I haven’t eaten candy in years,” she told him. “And I do think you can do anything. And you are my hero.”