Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Who am I to disobey my future husband?
I immediately pull my shirt off over my head and then shimmy my skirt down my legs, leaving it in a pile on the floor. I kick my heels off and then brush them all to the side. Unhooking my bra, I slide it down my arms and toss it onto the pile of clothes, then do the same with my underwear.
I wave my hand at him, indicating he should strip, too, and I admire every part of him that he slowly uncovers. He’s so sexy. Every time I kiss him now, I tug on his bottom lip, where his tattoo is. It’s one of my favorite parts of him, second only to what’s between his legs.
Before I can stop myself, I step closer to Arlo and wrap my hand around the shaft of his cock.
“We will use manners tonight. Won’t we, wife?” he says with a raised brow. I lean in and bite his bottom lip, tugging it for a moment before releasing it.
“We’ll see, I guess.”
I stroke him up and down as his hand finds its way between my legs.
“No. If you don’t use your manners, you don’t come,” he warns.
“I want the beads,” I tell him.
His hand pauses.
But mine doesn’t.
“I don’t need the beads,” he insists.
“But I liked them,” I whisper, making him smirk.
“And I love you,” he says.
“I love you more.”
“Not humanly possible.” His words make my heartbeat take off as he slips a finger between my folds and straight into me. I gasp as he thrusts, rubbing his thumb on my clit at the same time. “And no beads tonight. Just us.”
I nod in agreement and let go of his cock. He happily picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. With slow, controlled effort, he lowers me until I slide straight onto him.
Perfection.
I enjoy this part of us. The part where I feel, no matter what, that he is mine and I am his.
The soon-to-be Mrs. Graves.
Who would have thought I would get my happily ever after? Not me.
Arlo Graves, what a venomous attraction you turned out to be.