Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“I see…”
“You’ve been in the game long enough to know how all this works. Most haven’t.”
“Well, Cauldron will be happy to know there’s an expiration date.”
“He’d be happier to know that I got shot on the job,” he said with a mild laugh.
“He likes you.”
“But he doesn’t like that I spend time with you. He’s one of those…”
“One of those what?”
“Jealous lovers.” He looked at me head on. “Are you one of those too?”
If Cauldron spent time alone with a beautiful woman, it’d drive me insane. “Yes.”
“Then you’re perfect for each other.” He opened the door and got out.
I walked with him to the front door. “You don’t have to walk me every time.”
“I know.” He waited for me to open the front door, hands in his pockets, his eyes wide awake when mine were growing tired.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Camille.” After the door was shut, he walked back to his car and drove off.
I’d just finished loading the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen when the front door opened and closed. Heavy footsteps were loud against the hardwood floor, the person announcing their presence rather than masking it.
I wasn’t scared. I knew exactly who it was.
Cauldron entered the kitchen, in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, changed out of his dinner clothes. The fact that he just walked in told me he’d been watching the apartment. He’d watched Bartholomew drop me off then made his move once I was alone.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I dried my hands with the towel. “It’s almost midnight.”
He strode toward me slowly, his eyes taking in my face. “You said I was going to get laid tonight.” He stopped when he was directly in front of me, his lips just inches from mine.
“Did I?” I eyed his mouth, my skin turning warm with goose bumps.
“Don’t tease me, baby.” He moved again, guiding me back to the kitchen counter, pinning me in place with his hands on either side of me.
As he towered over me, my hands started at his biceps and slowly moved up, gripping the large muscles of his shoulders. My arms hooked around his neck, anchoring him to me in the dim kitchen light.
His hands went to my waist, and his fingers dug into my hips and a bit into my ass. He pushed into me harder then dropped his mouth to mine, sealing my lips with his masculine kiss. It was rough and hungry, taking the lead, like he wanted everything he could take. He kissed me then squeezed me, bringing my stomach right against his hard erection in his jeans. It was more than passionate, more than lustful. It was desperate.
He lifted me onto the counter then stood between my thighs, kissing me as he gripped my ass through my jeans.
My hand cupped his face, my fingers digging into his hair. My apartment had been silent, but now it was full of our feverish kisses, our elevated breaths as we clung to each other.
He suddenly whisked me away, holding me against his body as he carried me all the way up the stairs to my bedroom, kissing me at the same time, squeezing my ass with those big hands.
He dropped me on the bed and tugged his shirt over his head. A hard, chiseled body appeared, his physicality so damn sexy. The jeans came next and then the boxers underneath. He stood in front of the bed in all his glory, ripped with muscle, his aching cock ready to plow into me.
His knees hit the bed, and he yanked my clothes off, starting with my jeans. He tugged them off in one fluid motion then got my thong off next. I sat up so I could get my shirt off, but he tugged at my hips then pressed his face between my legs.
“Oh…” I hadn’t expected it, and the second I felt his kiss, I was paralyzed. It started off as a slow kiss, a gentle spin of his sexy tongue. And then the pressure built gradually, growing in intensity until I was writhing with my hand cupping the back of his head, pulling him harder into me. “Yes…” I came with tears in my eyes, grinding my heat right into his mouth.
His mouth left my sex, and he climbed up my body.
I couldn’t see clearly, not when the tears blurred my vision.
His thumb caught a tear, and then he kissed me hard, sliding his tongue into my mouth so I could taste him. He pushed inside me in a single thrust, his cock harder than it’d ever been, and delved deep inside me until it hurt.
I moaned into his mouth as my nails sliced him.
He tilted my hips and pinned one knee with his arm. Then he thrust into me hard and quick, so turned on, he needed his release as quickly as possible. We bounced together on the bed, grunting and moaning, our bodies so slick and tight.