Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Then it was some late-afternoon tea with Mother, which I refuse to miss no matter how busy my life gets.
Carmela Cameno smiled over the top of her elegant chinaware the moment I sat down. No matter how old or grizzled or gruff I become, my mother can always see past all that to the boy I was.
She was decked out in pearls and she’d recently been to the salon. A designer watch glinted at her wrist. When she smiled, it was with shiny white teeth, the result of a recent surgery.
“Why do you look so motivated?” she’d said, in her characteristically incisive way.
“What’s wrong with being motivated, Ma?” I’d chuckled.
She looked at me a moment longer and then smiled even wider.
“Oh, my,” she said. “It’s a girl, isn’t it, Kris? You’ve found a girl.”
I bowed my head, but I couldn’t hide the smirk that played at my lips.
“Maybe,” I told her. “But it’s early days yet. Don’t get too excited.”
I try to remind myself of that as the phone continues to ring. I’m sitting in my office again. The street is quieter now as the city winds down for the night, but sirens and car horns still sound in the air every so often.
Finally, she answers, her voice all breathy.
My cock stiffens immediately.
“Hello?” she says.
“Kimberly,” I snarl. “Did you get the dress?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, voice all shaky.
She’s driving me insane.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“How did you get my number?” she asks a moment later.
“I have my ways,” I tell her. “More importantly, you need to tell me what you’re doing this evening.”
“Well, I need to take a trip down to Goodwill,” she says.
I smirk at the sass in her voice. I know where this is going, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop her now.
I want my woman to be funny as well as sexy, witty as well as beautiful.
Kimberly is the whole package.
“Oh yeah?” I chuckle.
“Yeah, I’ve got this lovely dress to donate,” she says. “It’s a beautiful piece. I think they’ll really be grateful.”
“If you’re willing to take your punishment, you go ahead and do that,” I growl.
I can scent her tangy pussy through the phone. It should be impossible, and yet I’m sure I can, her lust rising and dancing in the air. The base of my manhood gives a throb that courses through my body, making my muscles tighten.
“My … what?” she murmurs.
“Your punishment,” I growl. “I’ll spank you until you’re red-raw if you even think about giving that dress away. You need to wear it. You need to wear everything I sent you. Tonight.”
She makes a whimpering noise that almost drives me feral. I stab the letter opener into the desk. The oak surface is marked from where I’ve stabbed it before, but that was never in carnal desire. That was in rage, business-fueled fury.
This is something else entirely.
“Tonight?” she says. “What if I’m busy, huh?”
“Clear your schedule,” I tell her. “I’ll send a car to pick you up in an hour.”
There’s a pause, and I wonder if she’s going to tell me no. If she does, I might have to go there myself and take her by those round, gorgeous hips again. I’ll drag her into her bedroom and block the door with her drawers, barricade it shut, locking us in together.
And then I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to that curvy perfect body of hers.
I swear I can still feel her enflamed pussy against my hand, the engorged needy nub of her clit.
The end of my rock hard manhood twinges in desire.
My seed roars.
“An hour,” she murmurs. “Okay, Kristian. That sounds good. I’ll see you then.”
“Good girl,” I growl, hanging up the phone.
I close my eyes and I see her as she was earlier today, backed up against the wall with my forearm laid across her chest. I see the way her eyelids fluttered as the orgasm shattered through her.
I work my hand down to my pants, holding it near my manhood, my forearm tense with the need to grab onto my throbbing dick.
But no.
I place my hand on the desk, gripping its edge so hard it trembles and knocks against the floor.
I won’t waste a single drop of my seed unless it’s in – or on – my woman.
I glance at the clock in the corner, an old antique, ticking loudly.
Why the fuck did I give her an hour?
I can hardly wait a minute.
I stand at the floor to ceiling window, my hands behind my back, looking down at the night time city. I feel like it’s master when I’m so high up. The restaurant is the most opulent in the city, a private club you can only attend by invitation.
I’ve had it cleared out for the evening so I can enjoy Kimberly all to myself.
I don’t want other men laying their eyes on her when she’s in that mind-fucking dress.