Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
If her father were out of the picture, I would. “Why?”
She was quiet for a while. “You chased me for a long time.”
“And now I have you. Not forever, but for now, and that’s enough.”
She stared at me with an unreadable gaze.
“So this will be our dirty little secret. When we see each other in public, behave normally.”
“Or maybe we shouldn’t speak at all—”
“That would be a dead giveaway,” I said. “Act normal.”
She gave a slight shake of her head. “If he finds out, I’m dead.”
I almost laughed because I was the one who would be dead. “Then let’s make sure he doesn’t find out.”
“It’s risky.”
“I like risky.” I grabbed her arm and gently tugged her toward me.
She smiled before she returned to my chest.
My arms surrounded her, and my lips grazed her hairline.
She softened against my chest, like a cat curling up in my lap.
My head was propped against the headboard, and my chest lifted her every time I took a breath. She smelled like fresh flowers and sweat and dinner…the most intoxicating scent. “Why does your father have this rule?”
“To never mix business with pleasure?”
“Yes.”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. A long time ago, he mentioned someone had betrayed him, and that ripped him apart. Never gave me the specifics on what that meant, but perhaps that’s where it started.”
I’d wondered what had happened, but I would never find out, not unless he told his daughter. Up until last week, I’d thought Dante at least respected me, but he hated me just the way my parents did. I was just a means to an end. “I want to sleep over.”
She smiled. “Why?”
“Because morning sex is my favorite.”
“I’m way too tired first thing in the morning. Can’t even string together a couple of words.”
“Don’t worry, Pretty. I’ll do all the work. Just lie there and enjoy it.”
6
SCARLETT
I was dead asleep when I felt the mattress shift with his movement. I was maneuvered onto my back, and I then felt my knees being pinned back. A fiery ball of heat smothered me, and then I felt it—that gigantic dick.
I released a raspy gasp when I felt him, my eyes opening only slightly to see him above me, his mountainous body blocking out the ceiling as it anchored me to the mattress. He slid fully inside before he moaned against my lips.
“Fuck…” My eyes were still heavy as I planted my palms against his chest, feeling my thighs and hips stretch as he folded me underneath him to his desired angle. Then he started to rock, nice and slow, taking his time like he was in no hurry to finish.
Every touch was explosive, so much more sensitive than it’d been last night because my mind was still in the haze of dreams. He moved farther over me, his chest right against me, and I kissed him as he rocked into me. The second my lips touched his skin, he gave a moan.
We rocked together, moaned together, our bodies touching and igniting with every thrust. It felt so good when he was on top, when he did all the work so I could lie there and enjoy it, his powerful body tensing and coiling, all the muscles moving together in a beautiful mosaic.
I was still half asleep, but the oncoming orgasm didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real, and the closer it approached, the more intense it became. My hands went to his bulky arms, and I gripped the thick muscles as I felt myself drift away on the most exquisite high. His dick was so big it usually made me sore, but it also always did the job, made me come so easily because he invaded every single inch of my little body.
My nails scratched down his arms as I finished, my moans cracking because my throat hadn’t woken up just yet.
He came an instant later, shoving himself deep inside me to finish, making me wince and twitch because he liked it. His seed dumped inside me, joining all the loads from the night before, and then he remained buried between my legs, dropping his head to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Morning, Pretty.”
“Morning…”
He gently pulled out of me then left me in the bed.
I watched him walk to the bathroom and shut the door. A moment later, the shower started to run, and steam escaped from the crack under the door.
I rolled over and went back to sleep.
When I woke up, he was already gone.
He didn’t leave a note, but I woke up to a clean kitchen because he’d done all the dishes. We were just two people hooking up in secret, and he already had me in bed, so there was no reason to try to impress me…but he did impress me.
Since I was in a good mood, I whipped up some mini quiches then headed to my father’s house. I usually went over there most days to work on paperwork, because profits were coming from several different places and if I didn’t stay on top of it on a daily basis, it could easily snowball.