Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“All ways?”
Oh. She probably shouldn’t have said that. But Gray didn’t just seem capable of protecting her body, but of taking care of her in all ways. Her heart, her needs, her safety, and her Little.
That man was all Daddy.
Immy sometimes wondered what it would feel like to have someone take care of her like that.
But she wasn’t a Little.
Or you’ve just convinced yourself that you shouldn’t be when you really are.
“Come back to me.”
Immy blinked at Tobias then smiled at him widely. “I’m here.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his gaze at her. “Are you?”
“Yep and it’s very kind of you to protect me. But I don’t think that there is any real threat to me. To any of us. The stalker is after Maeve. I think you should have gone with her.”
“She’ll be safe.”
Immy hoped so but she had this bad feeling in her stomach.
“What are you doing up?” he asked.
“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do some baking. What’s your favorite type of cookie?”
“Don’t eat cookies.”
She placed her hands on her chest with a gasp. Was he trying to hurt her ears? “You . . . you don’t eat cookies? You have to eat cookies! Oh, are you gluten free? I can make gluten free ones. Abe won’t admit it, but he feels better if he doesn’t eat too much gluten.”
She planned to make Abe his favorite cookies. Double chocolate. Maybe it would help him. He just wasn’t himself at the moment. He was quiet and subdued. And she was concerned about him.
That was another reason she was finding it hard to sleep.
“Can eat gluten. Just don’t eat cookies.”
“Because you don’t like them?” she asked, shocked.
He grunted. “A lot of sugar.”
“Oh. Yes, you’re right. My hips probably don’t need the extra sugar.” She turned away, staring at the oven.
What should she do now?
It was impossible to bake without sampling at least one cookie.
Two hands grasped hold of her shoulders, turning her. She let out a gasp, barely biting back her scream. Then Tobias grabbed her around the waist, lifting her onto the counter.
Immy wasn’t going to lie . . . that was H.O.T.
Yep, it even deserved capitals due to how hot it was.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he put his hands on the counter on either side of her and leaned in.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
“Don’t do that,” he growled.
“Do what?” she asked. “Ask questions?”
“Speak badly about yourself. Hear me?”
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” She nodded. Her brain was kind of offline right now and she didn’t know what else to do but nod.
“Good. You’re perfect. Hear me?”
She was far from that, but the stern look on his face told her that she needed to agree with him.
“Yep. Yep. Perfect.”
He eyed her for a long moment. “You can eat all the cookies.”
“I can?”
“Who’s gonna tell you no?”
“My doctor. And my dentist. And likely, the guys.”
“Hmm. Health and teeth are important.”
Immy sighed. “Yeah.” She took good care of her teeth, but her health was a tougher topic.
“But not at midnight,” he added.
“I can’t sleep, though.”
He nodded. “Got some pills you can take?”
“Uh, yeah. But I don’t like how they zonk me out and it’s hard for me to wake up the next morning.” Well, even harder than usual. Because Immy wasn’t great at waking up under any circumstances.
“Anything else help?” he asked.
“What? Like an orgasm?” She slammed her hands over her mouth as soon as she said that. “Ididnotjustsaythat.”
To her shock, Tobias just grinned. “An orgasm can help.”
Immy shook her head and tried to slide off the countertop, but the darn man didn’t move. So, instead, she pulled herself back and attempted to climb off the other side of the island.
Only, before she could climb down, he was there, lifting her onto her feet.
“How did you move that quickly?”
He just shrugged. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Think that ship has sailed,” she grumbled. “It was nice meeting you, but if I see you again, please do not be offended if I hide in a bush or pretend I’m invisible. I’d really like that ability right now.”
His face softened with amusement and something else that she couldn’t figure out.
“Immy,” he said gently, reaching out to touch her arm.
“Is everything all right down here?”
She jumped, letting out a small cry as Jenner walked into the kitchen.
Oh. God.
Was she dreaming? She had to be, right? Because this could not be happening in real life.
On one side of her was Tobias. Strong. Big. Quiet. A man who she figured was used to taking control and getting his own way.
Jenner was like that too. He preferred to be in control, but maybe for other reasons. Because of his childhood. And she understood that.
Only she felt the opposite. Immy preferred not to have too much control. To not have to make too many decisions. They overwhelmed her easily and she got stressed. That’s why Jenner was always clear about her job and what tasks he wanted her to perform. It helped her to have clear instructions.