Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I drive home, tired, but also excited to see my little family. It’s not just Magnus I’m coming home to. We have a little bundle of joy—the cutest baby boy that’s ever existed—named Nathan. Just thinking of him makes me smile uncontrollably.
My heart is racing when I pull into the driveway and get out of the car, excited to see my boys.
Magnus steps onto the porch shirtless and sexy as ever, holding Nathan who’s smiling wide and reaching for me.
“Hello,” I say as I race over to the stairs, reaching for him. He squeals as he nearly bends himself in two trying to get out of Magnus’ arms and into mine.
That hug… Mmmmm. It’s so perfect. He just turned one last week but he’s already crawling around like he’s the alpha of the house.
I breathe in the warm baby scent on Nathan’s head as he snuggles into my shoulder, grabbing my necklace and a chunk of my hair. His drooly kisses coat my collarbone.
“Did you miss me today, baby bear?” I whisper as I rub his tiny back. He gives a sleepy hum and pats my shoulder like he’s making sure I’m really here.
Magnus watches us with that look that still melts me—soft and full of awe, like he can’t believe we’re real. Like we’ve stepped out of his dreams and into his real life.
“It kills me when you work those long shifts” he says, kissing the top of my head as he wraps one strong arm around my waist.
I breathe in his rugged scent as I rest my head against his chest. “I do love it though. But I missed you guys.”
He smiles as he clings to me like we might be out here all night. “We missed you too. Someone tried to eat a crayon today.”
Nathan lets out a tiny squeal at the accusation. It’s not out of protest though. He looks pretty darn proud of himself.
It’s late afternoon and we head inside. Magnus has dinner cooking and I play with Nathan on the rug as he finishes up. Nathan does not want to share Sophie the Giraffe.
I love our house. Magnus keeps talking about buying a bigger place on a lake, but I kind of like the snug coziness of our little cabin. This is where he first took me and marked me all those years ago on that magical night.
I touch my neck and moan as I count the minutes until Nathan’s bedtime. I love playing with my little cub, but mama has other needs as well and they’re making themselves known as I watch my handsome mate move around the kitchen with ease.
After a delicious dinner together, we bathe Nathan and put him to bed. He fights sleep, of course, but it’s a losing battle. With his chubby fingers wrapped around mine, he finally lets out one last sigh and drifts off.
I stand there for a moment, watching his little chest rising and falling, before Magnus gently tugs me back into the hallway.
We don’t speak as we make our way to the living room. There’s no need. The air between us is thick with tension, with hunger, with the promise of what’s about to happen. It’s been brewing all night.
I sink into the couch with a sigh, tugging off my socks. Magnus kneels down in front of me, those massive tattooed hands curling around my calves as he pulls them into his lap.
“Let me take care of you,” he says softly, his voice low and reverent.
I close my eyes as his thumbs begin to knead into my aching arches. It’s bliss. He rubs my toes and massages my heels. He’s so good at this…
But then his hands start moving higher—slow and deliberate up my calves, behind my knees, sliding up the inside of my thighs.
I open my eyes and find his burning green gaze locked on me.
“You’re trouble,” I whisper, breath catching.
He leans forward and grips my pants, slowly pulling them down. “I thought you love trouble.”
I do. Especially when it comes in the form of this beautiful, broad-shouldered man who knows exactly how to make me feel like the most desired woman alive.
Everything else fades as he pulls off my pants and drops them onto the floor, his mouth trailing over every inch of skin like a man starved.
He buries his head between my legs and devours me until I’m whimpering into the couch pillow.
This man is not even close to being done.
He picks up my limp body, sits on the couch, and lowers my pulsating pussy onto his big, long cock. It slides in like it’s exactly where it’s meant to be and it feels so good I forget my own damn name.
All I can focus on is the incredible feeling of sliding up and down his hard shaft until he brings me to another earth-shattering orgasm.