Page 73 of The Warren Effect


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“We are not doing anything until your head is better.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me?”

“Rose,” he warned.

“I suppose I can take care of things myself. It is always better when you touch me, but I think I remember how to get myself off.”

“Rose,” Warren fumed, launching himself off the bed and to the bathroom door in two steps. “I think you are forgetting something.”

“Oh yeah?”

“This is mine.”

Warren’s hands slid down her body. He cupped her pussy, relishing the way moisture soaked her panties. “This pussy belongs to me.” His finger stroked the damp cotton until her hips rolled in the motion he set. Taking his hand away, he let his fingertips trace upward until his hands reached her breasts. “These,” he hummed appreciatively. “These are mine. My mouth is the only mouth that will suck these perfect little nipples, making them hard. My tongue. My teeth. My fingers. I’m the only ones who get to tease these beauties.”

Rose gasped for breath. She had no idea how she forgot to breathe, but it didn’t seem like the most important thing that needed to be done right this second. Maybe later. Oxygen was there all the time, right?

“This mouth was made for me. My kiss. My cock. All mine.”

“Jesus, boss. You are giving me wood.”

“I will kill you,” Warren ground out.

“Not if I get to him first,” Rose muttered.

“Time is up.”

Warren glared at the door. When his wife shivered in his arms, he focused on her. “Petal, get in the shower. Take your phone to the bathroom. If you get dizzy, your first call had better be to me.”

Brooks pounded on the door.

“When I take you home, I am locking the gate. No one is getting in for two weeks. I want you all to myself. No clothes, just your beautiful body on display for me to feast on for two solid weeks.”

“I sold the house,” Rose blurted out.

“I have more.”

Rose’s jaw dropped. He had more. More houses that she didn’t know about.

“Save that thought. You can punish me for not telling you about the other properties by riding my face until I beg for mercy.”

“That hasn’t happened in twenty years,” Rose scoffed.

“Can’t blame a man for trying,” Warren winked, giving her a quick kiss before adjusting the hardness in his pants. “Go shower. I will be back as soon as I can.” Warren urged her through the bathroom door, jerking it closed before he opened their bedroom door.

Rose stood stunned. She could hear Brooks and Warren bickering in the other room. The man was just full of surprises.

“Assassin. Business owner. Multiple properties. What could possibly be next?” She grumbled as she turned the shower on. Steam filled the room as she stepped inside. “I guess our life will never be dull.”

Chapter 22

“Just her?” Warren asked. Brooks matched him step for step as they strode to the cabin.

“The other three were neutralized. She is the only one left,” Brooks confirmed.

“Glad you could join us,” Tank muttered, standing outside the door. “Thorn giving you hell?”

“She’s in the shower. Let’s make this quick.”

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