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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
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9

CLOVER

He lays me in the center of his bed the same way he’d done before. I watch as he pulls his shirt off and then his pants revealing his broad chest and thick thighs. I lick my lips at the sight of him in only his boxer briefs. I don’t miss the outline of his erection. The man looks like a freaking god. No wonder he so easily saved us all.

I push up onto my elbows to get a better look at him. While his whole body is ripped in perfection, I can still see the scars that mar parts of him. Ones that tell me that he hasn’t had an easy life. Some of the marks are faint and look as if they’ve faded over time, but some are still very prominent. He doesn't get to hide all of them the way that many of us do. My fingers itch to touch them. As if my touch could soothe them or take away whatever memory he had of receiving them.

He told me he was a bad man. But how bad could he be when he saved all of us? Bad men don’t save people. Do they? They also don't make you sandwiches and cut them into diagonal pieces for you either. I don’t know what kind of bad Charles thinks he is, but I’m more than fine with it. At least I think I am. My sex is doing most of the thinking for me at the moment.

When my eyes meet his all I see is hunger and need. It had been there the last time, too. He comes down over me, and I put my hands on his chest stopping him.

“Last time you had me naked in your bed, you walked out on me.” I try to keep the emotion out of my voice. I’m usually pretty good at doing it but with him not so much.

“I hurt you.” He breathes out. His eyes close for a moment. “I told myself that I needed to touch base with everyone to make sure they were all okay. That I needed to get you food. But I think I was freaking the fuck out to be honest with you, Clover.”

“You can always be honest with me.” I run my fingers up his bare back. As I go, I feel more of those scars.

“If I told you everything you’d be trying to get out of here as fast as you could.”

“I’m a terrible runner. I’m sure you’d catch me.” I smirk.

“I can promise you that. I’d always catch you.” He leans down and kisses my neck before he begins to trail kisses all over me. As much as I want his mouth everywhere, I need it more between my legs. The ache there seems to only be getting worse. Even though he already gave me multiple orgasms earlier, my body wants more. He gave me a taste of the pleasure he could provide and made me greedy. I want it all now.

“Charles, I need you.” I whisper his name, pleading for him to make the ache go away. I lift my hips off the bed, trying to get the friction I need. I feel his hand reach down to grip my hip, holding me in place. I let out a whimper that soon turns into a moan when he takes my nipple into his mouth. I tangle my fingers in his hair as I watch him lavish my breasts with attention. I swear I could come just from watching.

He moves to the next. I try again to move my hips, needing to come so badly. The man is made of solid muscle, and I realize that I’m not going anywhere unless he lets me. That should scare me, but it doesn't. When it comes to Charles, being scared is the last thing I feel.

As crazy as it sounds, being near him feels like I’ve come home. There was an instant bond that formed between us when he trusted me to lead the way. That he had faith in me that I could do it.

“There’s no going back now, you know.” His voice is deep and rumbles from his body. “If I take you, I’ll never let you go. Hell, not sure I’ll let you go either way.”

“Take me.” I reach down between us. He helps me free him of his boxer briefs. I wrap my hand around his cock. He lets out a strangled groan that has me pumping him fast. One of his hands wraps around my wrist to stop me.

“Put me inside you. I want to come in you, not on you.”

I can feel myself blush at his comment, but I don’t shy away. At this moment, I feel sexy and wanted. Charles' eyes are always on me. As if I’m the only woman he sees. It doesn't just make me feel pretty or sexy. It makes me feel powerful.


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