Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“What can I do to please you?” I ask in a soft innocent tone. “I always want my customers to be satisfied.”
I run my finger down my lips and into my cleavage like a shameless flirt. “I’ll do anything, Mr. Cross.”
He growls as he watches me bite my bottom lip while I bat my eyelashes at him.
His eyes darken, giving me that possessive look I love so much.
He closes the space between us in two strides and picks me up like I weigh nothing. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his body, pressing my throbbing pussy against his hard cock. My eyelids fall closed and a moan escapes my lips. He smells so good. He feels incredible. I love being close to this man.
“You know what I want,” he growls as he carries me into the back storage room. “You know what will make me satisfied.”
My back hits the wall and ink bottles clatter onto the ground, falling off the shelves all around us. I don’t care about the mess. I’m too focused on the way Adrian’s needy hands feel on my ass as he pins me against the wall.
“Tell me,” I whisper as I kiss his neck, right on the spot that I marked. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Your soft little pussy wrapped around my cock is a good start,” he says as he grinds his erection against my heat. I moan and whimper as my whole body starts to throb. I’m so glad I wore a skirt today.
“Well, you know what they say,” I whisper between moans. “The customer is always right.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, all tongue and teeth and primal need. I reach down and yank out his belt, desperate to unleash his long hard beast. I get his zipper down in record time, reach into his boxer briefs, and pull out his rock hard cock.
I quickly pull my wet panties to the side and he lowers me onto his dick, my wet lips parting easily for him.
We both cry out as I slide down his cock, taking every thick glorious inch.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all damn day,” he says as he thrusts into me, rocking me against the wall. More bottles fall as he plunges in deep, making me cry out, making my toes curl. “It’s torture working next to you. Having to watch that sexy mouth, these jiggling tits, knowing your soft little pussy is right there waiting for me… Fuck, Vic. A man can only take so much.”
I cling to him as he thrusts in and out with a hard, steady rhythm. It feels so good, I can’t talk. I just hold him and enjoy the ride.
He gets me so wet every time. I make a mess of his perfect cock, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit. He just keeps letting me have it with hard merciless thrusts.
I wrap my arms around him tight and bury my face against the mark on his neck as an intense orgasm comes roaring out of the darkness. It’s a big one. They always are with my mate.
With a cry, it hits, tearing through me in a wave of pleasure. My whole body trembles as the heat takes over, flowing through my arms and legs as my pussy tightens around his thrusting cock.
I feel Adrian’s muscular back tightening as he thrusts up hard, rooting himself deep in my pulsating pussy and releasing a hot load of cum in my cunt.
It’s perfect. It’s magical. I still can’t believe this is all real.
We hold each other tight, the wall the only thing keeping us up, as we catch our breaths, inhaling each other’s scents.
“Satisfied?” I whisper as I run my hand over his muscular back.
“Very.”
“You’ll come back for more?”
“Every damn day.”
I smile as I lower my feet to the ground. My legs are all shaky. My whole body feels like it’s glowing.
It feels like the perfect moment, until the window shatters.
“What the fuck?” Adrian roars, releasing me as he yanks up his pants. I quickly get dressed and follow him into the front.
Little cubes of glass are spilled all over the floor of the shop and there’s a big gaping hole in the glass wall. But that’s not what has my attention.
Standing in the parking lot is a dozen or so wolf shifters on motorcycles.
Rourke’s Warhounds. I don’t need to read their leather vests to know who we’re dealing with.
“Victoria,” Adrian says, turning to me with concern in his eyes. “Go out the back and phase into your bear. Run into the mountains and keep going as fast as you can.”
“Like hell I will,” I say as my bear growls, getting ready to help defend our mate. She’s pacing around inside, ready for anything. “I’m staying with you.”
He grabs my arm and spins me around as someone outside calls his name. “You need to leave. Now. I’ll hold them back.”