Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“What a beautiful view.” He runs his hands up the back of my thighs, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin. I glance over my shoulder at him. “Think I need a better look,” he says before he buries his face between my legs from behind. He eats me as though he’s a starved man.
I gasp when he stiffens his tongue, thrusting it in and out of me a few times before it slides back out to tease my clit. My body starts to stiffen, my orgasm pressing down on me, but he pulls back. I cry out, pushing my ass back.
His hand comes down on it in another smack. “You don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“I’m sorry,” I scream.
“Now where was I?” His mouth goes back to devouring me.
“Oh God.” I moan when he drags his tongue up higher, licking every inch of me. His tongue probes my back entrance as his fingers go to my clit. He gives it a small pinch, and I go off harder than I ever have before. I scream his name as the orgasm takes over. I gasp for air as my body shakes. My knees try to give out, but he wraps his arm under me, keeping my ass in the air as he thrusts his cock all the way inside my sex to the hilt.
He holds me up as he fucks me from behind. The sound of the smacking skin fills my kitchen. I lie there and enjoy every damn second as Frank does as he pleases with my body. He is already making another orgasm grow. I’m not sure how the heck he knows exactly what buttons to push, but he definitely does.
“Go on. Show me how much you want it,” he says, giving me permission to finally move. I start to push back with each of his thrusts. “You want this too?” He presses his thumb against my puckered hole that is still wet from not only my own juices leaking down as I watched him masturbate but from his mouth too.
“Yes, I want it.”
“That’s my girl,” he encourages as he pushes in a little more. His other hand slips between my thighs to stroke my clit. It’s too much. I feel him everywhere. “Give it to me. Come for me, and I’ll come deep inside you. Prove you want my seed in your womb.”
“Frank!” I scream, the orgasm exploding all around me. I faintly hear him groan as his warmth spills deep inside of me like he promised. My whole body gives out, but he has me. He lifts me into the cradle of his arms, carrying me back to bed and holding me close.
CHAPTER 17
FRANK
I drop Melody off at Emma’s. Vincent follows me out to the car. “You want me to come in and help you question Blake?”
“No. Besides, you look like you’re about to fall asleep standing up.”
“I’m fine,” he says but can’t hold back a yawn that nearly cracks his jaw.
“I’m going to Atlanta to check something out. You get inside and protect the family.”
He gives me a salute, which he holds like a damned smartass until I can’t see him in the rearview mirror.
“Should’ve never saved your damned life,” I mutter under my breath, but not gonna lie, having Vincent around is a huge relief. I gave him and Emma some grief when they first got together. It’s not that Vincent was a player. I’d actually never seen him with a woman, but a sailor’s life, even if you’re a pilot, means living away from home for long periods of time. Flight school is full of single people, and the chem trails are littered with dead relationships. I never wanted that for Emma and definitely not for Melody.
I’m going to be here for Melody from now on, and I can sleep at night knowing Vincent is here for Emma. Now all I have to do is solve this damn crime.
The licensing office is still closed when I arrive in Atlanta, so I get a cup of coffee and sit in the parking lot. About fifteen minutes before the hour, it begins to fill up. I give a few people time to unfold themselves from their cars before going in. I hand my credentials to the clerk, who obligingly looks up Wells’ name. Unsurprisingly, there is no Wells who is a licensed architect.
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a business that he advertises as doing architectural work. There are a lot of scammers out there, and we can’t catch them all,” the clerk advises me.
“Got it.” I collect Wells’ address from the state police and head over to the apartment that he calls home.
“Who is it?” a surly voice calls from inside. He sounds like he just woke up. Since it’s after ten by now, I’m guessing that the architecture stuff is a story that he cooked up to make it sound good for his dad.