Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Still, I didn’t want it to end. I lapped at her clit and sucked it one last time before easing back. Gently, I licked along her slit, loving how wet she was. I returned my hands to her thighs, massaging gently as she came down from the orgasm.
Finally, I rolled my head to the side, resting my cheek on her thigh. An aftershock tore through her—I could feel the way her leg jolted—and then all was silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing.
Gradually, her chest rose and fell in a more leisurely way, but it was still a good ten minutes before she could put a sentence together. “That… that was… wow. That was incredible.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” I straightened up and drew the sides of her dress over her, not wanting her to feel self-conscious now.
“I really, really did.” Her voice was hoarse from all the shouting.
I grinned. “Well, we can do it again, anytime.” She smiled at that, but inwardly, I winced. Because what I’d just said was a lie. After the wedding, we wouldn’t be able to do anything like this ever again. That thought was too depressing to contemplate.
But Leila was still enjoying the afterglow. “I can’t believe I never knew that was a thing.”
“It’s definitely a thing. One of my favorite things.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do all men feel that way?”
“The smart ones.” I sighed. “Some Neanderthals only think of their own pleasure. But real men want to give pleasure as well as receive it. Hearing you come… feeling your body quake… I loved it.”
“Me too.” She giggled softly. “Too bad there’s not a way for women to return the favor.”
I nodded, my mind still on how naïve she was. But then my thoughts screeched to a halt. “What?”
Her cheeks pinked. “Well, men are different down there. They, um, don’t have that little spot that feels so good when you lick it. It’s too bad, though, because that felt so amazing.”
For a moment, I could only stare at her in disbelief. Was she serious? But given how she’d been raised, I could only suppose she was. “There’s definitely a way that women can return the favor.”
“There is?” She raised an eyebrow. Despite my disbelief at her question, I couldn’t help noticing that she looked more interested than embarrassed now. “How?”
I hesitated, wondering how to explain this. Finally, my lips twisted into a half smile as I stared down at her. “Have you ever sucked on a popsicle?”
“Of course,” she said, obviously not making the connection.
I smiled gently. It was definitely time for some long-overdue sex education.
20
MASSIMO
I returned home late from a really shitty day. There were men in Chicago—dangerous, powerful men—who didn’t like the way I was running things. Well, that was tough shit. If they didn’t like it, they could go dig up my father and put him back in charge.
Trudging up the stairs, I had an urge to slam my fist through the wall, but at the last minute I pounded it on the banister instead. My mother had loved this house, and while to me it was just a place to sleep, it was probably better off without a hole in the wall.
I’d known most of those men my whole life. I’d called some of them Uncle when I was a kid. The world had changed, and I sure had, but some of them seemed incapable of the same.
I wanted a drink, badly, but maybe I’d just hit the sack and start again tomorrow. Some of the problems would go away with a show of force—and I had the men to do that. Not to mention the brothers to do that. Other problems might go away with some creative maneuvers. My peers in this town weren’t exactly mental giants.
But they could be as stubborn as shit.
I stormed into my room without bothering with the light, only to be brought up short by a squeak and a movement on my bed. My hand was on the butt of my gun before I realized what I was seeing.
There was a small, timid virgin in my bed.
Shit.
That was the last thing I needed right now. But I’d told her she was sleeping in my bed from now on. All because my idiot brother had decided to buy her lingerie like she was a fucking doll for him to dress up.
I’d never thought that Carmine would fall for a little thing like her, but the slip of a girl had him wrapped around her little finger. It made no fucking sense.
“H-Hi.”
I snapped on a light, giving her a nod. Did she have to look like she thought I was going to walk over there and hit her?
Then again, I hadn’t exactly given her a reason to expect warm and fuzzy sentiments from me.
Fuck.
“Good evening.”