Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
You know what? Fine. Whatever she wanted.
I put them on her tongue and lifted the straw of the bottle to her lips. “Suck.”
She did as she was told, her gaze flicking towards me. She swallowed, then opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue around to show me she’d taken them.
“Good girl.”
A slow smile crept across her face as her cheeks flushed an impossible shade of pink. “That’s a dangerous thing to say after telling me to ‘suck.’”
“That’s enough. Go to sleep.” I put the bottle in her hands and got up before she could grab me.
I was going to lose my fucking mind.
No, I’d already lost it. It was gone. The moment she’d smiled at me while blushing, my cock practically burst to life and was begging to get out of my trousers.
“I’ll be right back.” I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.
With the mood she was in, she’d probably follow me in here and try to accost me in the shower.
Sleeping with her tonight was a terrible idea. Could I just wait until she fell asleep and sneak out? That was probably the safest thing I could do—she was a handsy cuddler when she was sober, so God only knew what she’d be like drunk.
I was trying very, very hard not to take her words seriously.
It was fucking cruel.
My entire body buzzed with how badly I wanted her. I wanted to be closer to her, to feel her bare skin against mine. I wanted to taste her, to see if she was as sweet as I dreamt she was.
I wanted to take her. Own her. Defile her. Leave my marks on her. Make her mine in every sense of the word.
And she was just out there, lying in our bed, drunkenly flirting with me.
With no idea what she was doing to me.
I got into the shower and ran the water as cold as I could possibly stand it. It just about did the job—at the very least, it made my erection more bearable than it’d been just ten minutes ago.
I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist, then looked for my clothes.
Shit.
I hadn’t brought any in with me.
Now, Deli was going to drool all over me.
That was what I didn’t need.
I eked the door open and peeked out at her. She was asleep—thank fucking God. Even if it was on my pillow, I didn’t care. I was more than used to having to sleep on the edge of the bed thanks to Little Miss Clingy over there, and as long as she slept, I didn’t care if I ended up on the floor tonight.
I crept towards the drawers and threw on some pyjama bottoms, then carefully climbed into the bed next to her. My stomach twitched as her fingers brushed against my side, and I closed my eyes tightly, practically pleading with my cock to settle the fuck down.
Before I’d even finished the thought, Deli clung to me, wrapping herself around me like a koala.
I froze.
Her hand was dangerously close to my erection, and I grabbed her wrist before it could travel any further.
She squeaked against my back. “What are you—”
“Don’t move.” I clenched my jaw.
Her body momentarily tensed. “Ohhhh.”
Oh?
That was all she had to say?
“Fred?” she whispered, pressing her forehead into my back. “Why don’t you just… let me take care of it for you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Fuck.
She was going to kill me.
I wanted to. If she only knew just how badly I wanted to let her take care of my little problem, she’d probably run a mile.
“Delilah, you’re drunk.” My voice was tight and gravelly. “Go to sleep.”
“But I—”
“Roll over.” I overpowered her feeble attempt at fighting me, rolled us both onto our other sides, and pulled her back against me. “Keep your hands where I can see them.”
She linked her fingers together and popped her hands out of the quilt. “Like that?”
“Just like that,” I said, edging my hips away from hers.
“But I—”
“You’re drunk,” I repeated. “Keep your hands where I can see them before you do something you’ll regret in the morning.”
“I won’t regret it,” she murmured, turning her face into the pillow.
“We’ll discuss this when you’re sober.” I kissed the back of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo. “Go to sleep, baby.”
“You rejected me.” She sniffled. “Don’t call me that. Meanie.”
I let my eyes flutter shut and smiled into her hair, despite the soft pang my heart took at her words. “Okay, okay. Sleep now, my pretty wife.”
31
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DELILAH
Iwas so screwed.
There was a reason I rarely drank alcohol. To excess even less frequently. It was because I became a clingy blabbermouth with no self-control.
Exactly like last night.
And I owed Fred a huge apology.
Not only for the whole clingy blabbermouth thing, but also for the other idiotic things I’d done. Like bumbling about and falling into him. Practicing my ‘royal wave’ while bragging about my husband. Talking about him right to his face.