Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Every time I’m around this man, I lose all sense. There’s this pull to him that I can’t explain. And it’s not just because he’s the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on either.
"What do you think I want?" I don’t only ask the question because I’m curious to know his answer but because my mind is pretty much blank at the moment. He has that effect on me. Not only that, the ache between my thighs is the only thing I can concentrate on at the moment.
"An orgasm." My stomach tightens. "Keeping a ski resort out of this town." I swallow, and Pierce leans back to see my face.
"I might kind of want both." Is that selfish? It's hard not to want an orgasm when he’s so openly suggesting it and I'm all up in his lap and he smells yummy and I'm wondering if he really tastes like Starbursts all the time.
"Never said you had to pick."
"Can you buy land on this thing?" I hold up the card I forgot was in my other hand. It might not be best if I hold on to it. I'm the kind of girl that when I lose my credit card, I don't report it missing. I know it's around here and will show up at some point.
“Land is a bit more complicated than that, but I’m going to figure it out.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I’ve made you at a loss for words?” he teases.
“You really want to try this?”
“If you want that land to get into the right hands, you have to stay married to me.”
“Or what?” He only shrugs. “Are you blackmailing me?”
“You can call it whatever you like.” I think it over. It might not be the worst to stay married to him. I just can't have sex with him. If I break that seal, then we can’t get an annulment. I could also make him regret wanting to stay married to me. I have a few options here. Not sure which I shall do.
"Fine, you got yourself a deal." I glare at him while I say it, but he's unfazed. "What are you waiting for?" I ask him. "My orgasm."
Pierce throws back his head and laughs. It's deep, rich, and sexy as hell. His normal MO. Not sure what's so funny, but I do find myself smiling.
Chapter Sixteen
PIERCE
Tinsley shifts on my lap, her tongue coming out to swipe her bottom lip. She’s turned on. Last night she’d been all over me in her sleep, humping me. I’m sure her body is still trying to find that release.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” I let my hands slide up a few inches from her hips to her waist, feeling her bare skin under her sweater. I know there is no bra under there, and I'm also certain she doesn't have panties on. The stretchy black pants she put on show everything, and there isn't a panty line in sight. I checked.
"I mean, if you can't, then—" I flip her easily, pinning her down to her bed. A pillow and purple bear fall off the side. I come down over her, and she is struggling to suppress a smile because she intentionally provoked the beast. I have both her wrists in an easy hold over her head. She's small, I remind myself.
"You're going to get yourself a spanking."
"Don't you dare." She narrows her eyes, and her hips slightly rise, telling me all I need to know, but that is for another day because I too find the idea of my hand on her ass leaving a slight red mark does it for me. Never in my life have I thought about spanking anything, and now the thought is right there along with a million others I've never had before her.
"Right now I just want to make you come."
“I don’t know if we should.” My eyes glance toward her closed bedroom door, but I know she wants it. She was the one to suggest it.
“Have you ever had a boy in your room?”
"Yes."
"Brandon and your brother don't count." A snort of a laughter leaves her.
"How do you even know these things?"
"I talk to the locals, and they're not afraid to share, especially after a few drinks."
I'm good at remembering faces and names along with details. It's a skill set I developed young. Back then it was about getting ahead, but this is different. Here people know all about my wife, and I want to know those things too. We grew up so differently.
"No boys in my bedroom," she admits.
"You ever touch yourself here?" I press my cock into her pussy.
"Yes."
A small groan leaves me, imagining her slipping her hand down her panties and making herself orgasm.
"The last time?" I need to know.
"The other day." I want a front-row show, but I don't think I'd make it through without pouncing on her. Tinsley's cheeks start to flush.