Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I wouldn’t even blame him.
I was still fucking furious about it.
Mostly at myself.
Because if I’d been doing my job—as a boss, but more importantly, a husband—she would never have needed to go through that.
We fell silent then as we ate, neither of us good at this shit.
“Elian seems to be fond of you,” I said, watching as Lore’s brows pinched, like she was trying to read some sort of insinuation under the words.
“I see and talk to him more than anyone else,” she admitted, leaving me to wonder if there was chastisement in her words. “He seems like a really nice guy.”
“He sees his little sister in you.”
“That makes sense,” she agreed. “He kind of gives off big brother vibes.”
I didn’t realize there’d been tension in my shoulders since the argument with Elian in the kitchen until her words relaxed them. Some part of me had, undoubtedly, been concerned that she might harbor more-than-friendly feelings toward one of my men.
Lore finished her food, setting her fork and knife on the plate, then reaching to sip her drink.
“Time for dessert,” I said, pushing my own plate away as Lore’s gaze slid to the kitchen, looking for this ‘dessert’ I spoke of.
My chair groaned across the floor as I pushed it back, then started to lower down, catching the confused look on Lore’s face before I made my way under the table, crawling toward her side.
I was at her feet, my hands reaching for her knees, and spreading them, hearing her gasp as she realized my intentions.
“Still starving, mouse,” I said, spreading her thighs as her eyes went heated.
With her spread out for me, my hands slid up her thighs, pushing up her skirt, watching the little goosebumps prick across her skin as a shiver coursed through her.
Now this, this was something I was good at.
I might not be able to give my wife great conversation, or know what she wanted without her telling me, but I sure as fuck could make her feel good.
I yanked her panties to the side, then slid in, reveling in the taste of her as her hands went into my hair, sifting, then tugging, as I started to work her clit.
She was so fucking sensitive, those little mewling noises that set my cock rock-hard turning into loud moans in just a few minutes.
Her thighs were crushing the sides of my head as she got closer and closer.
As she came, her strangled cry was of my name.
And, fuck, I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard anything better before.
I was still kissing her thighs after when her hands started to tug at my hair once again.
“Please,” she said, making my head angle up.
“Please, what, mouse?” I asked, loving how flushed she was, how her dark blue eyes were pools of desire. “Please bend you over the table and fuck you?” I asked, watching her chest expand at my words.
“Yes,” she whispered, moving to stand, reaching for me as she did so.
“You sure you don’t want to go back to the spare room instead?” I asked as I pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her perfect tits, then reaching out to tease her until she was whimpering again.
“I’m sure,” she said.
“Okay then,” I said, reaching for her as I shoved her plate and glass out of the way, then bent her over the table, pressing her flat against the surface as I moved behind her, hiking up her skirt.
I lowered her panties, then freed myself, loving the way she wiggled around, desperate to feel my cock deep inside of her again.
I slid my cock up her pussy, letting her wetness coat me, then pressed back and surged inside.
Lore’s moan was almost pained as I slammed in to the base, feeling her pussy tighten greedily around me, begging for more.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned as I started to fuck her. Hard and fast and deep. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I hissed as she tried to rock backward into my thrusts, her loud moans filling the apartment. “You’re going to make me lose control.”
Then, as her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, I did just that, slamming into her until I came with a groan, my vision going white with the intensity of it.
I stayed planted deep as we both started to come back down, and I couldn’t help but love the idea of being inside of her raw, of coming inside of her, something I never had happen before.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up for me, mouse?” I asked as I pulled her panties back into place, then helped her stand up on what seemed like wobbly legs. “I’ll deal with this mess.”
With that, I watched her go, feeling like we’d made progress tonight.
Or so I hoped.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lore
Renzo solved our problems with sex.
There was no way to deny that as another week passed.