Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
With a reluctant moan, she inched away from my cock, writhing about two feet away.
She started to turn when I hissed, “I don’t want to see your face, Mrs. Costa. Just the cunt I stole from my enemy.”
She spread her thighs apart, exposing her pussy. It dripped on my floor, her juices mixing with my blood, creating a pink puddle at her feet.
I stroked my cock, coated with her wetness, scented by the wife I couldn’t get enough of.
I grinned, the release tickling my shaft. “Embarrassed?”
“No. Empty.”
Fuck me sideways.
How this woman would ever end up with a wuss like Madison, I had no idea. She would make meatballs out of him before the reception.
“Keep looking straight ahead. I’ll fuck you when I see fit.”
I lasted less than two minutes before hammering into her from behind. Her elbows bucked and she let out a surprised gasp.
My balls clenched.
I growled and drove every inch of me into her.
I came inside her.
In thick, never-ending ropes, the head of my cock pressed as deep as it would go.
When she realized what I’d done, her entire body tensed. Her pussy erupted around my cock, slicking it with her release.
I slid out, watching as our cum cascaded past her lips and onto the marble. She collapsed on the tiles, resting on her back, a lazy grin adorning her face.
I reached two fingers out, gathered my cum spilling out of her pussy, and tucked it back inside her cunt, remembering her words from earlier. “Is this what I do with my pee pee?”
Arms sprawled out like a snow angel, she released a delighted giggle.
In the pleasure meter, making her laugh came close second to making her come.
“You came in me,” she whispered, almost bewildered.
“I did.”
And unfortunately, I wanted to do it again.
And again.
However many times she’d let me.
She stretched, propping one of her feet over my thigh. “That glass heart of yours, Romeo… One day, I’m going to break it.”
“If anyone can, Shortbread, it’s you.”
I could give her a child without giving her my heart.
And that was damn well what I planned to do.
Romeo and I had sex.
Real sex.
In fact, he seemed to almost accept the idea of expanding our family. Not to mention, he saved my life last week at Le Bleu.
The man took a literal bullet for me. Without even hesitating.
On paper, I should’ve been elated.
So, why wasn’t I happy?
For starters, two more petals fell from Vernon’s rose.
My rose.
The more it shed, the sadder the fragile stem appeared. It swam in a pool of withered white, since I refused to discard a single corolla. And somehow, that made it barer. A lonely soldier in a forgone war.
And second, despite all Romeo’s concessions, gestures, and devotion—he still kept me at arm’s length. Still hadn’t taken me on one proper date.
I knew genuine adoration when I saw it. Shep Townsend might be a terrible father, but he loved my mother with everything he had.
Meanwhile, Romeo spared me no real attention. To him, I’d become a fixture. A piece of furniture. A distraction.
The realization gutted me. After all, there was no greater pain than unrequited love.
Unfortunately, I felt foolish explaining this to Hettie. So, instead, we played Connect Four, the television murmuring in the background.
“Wait.” I latched onto her forearm. “Turn up the volume.”
“Dal, you can’t change the rules every time you lose.”
“No. The news.”
“Holy crap.” She snatched the remote, blasting the mini flatscreen in the kitchen.
A cheery reporter folded her hands on a curved anchor desk. “An anonymous source reports that Costa Industries’ demo artillery exploded mid-field test, leaving three staffers hospitalized. Investors are questioning whether the company can successfully fulfill their Pentagon contract, given this massive engineering setback.” An infographic flashed across the screen. “As you can see, shares have nosedived since initial reports of the fiasco.”
This “leak” had my dear ex-fiancé’s paw prints all over it. I’d almost forgotten about Madison. Hadn’t even heard from him since our brunch at Le Bleu, and I preferred to keep it that way.
A cut-out of my husband’s smiling face at a charity event popped up beside the reporter. What I didn’t expect, as she read out his official comment, was for said husband to burst into the kitchen.
The clock read two past noon. Romeo never made it home before six.
Hettie turned to me, slurping on the Vietnamese egg coffee we’d ordered on DoorDash. “I think your husband just walked into the kitchen.”
Shaking my head, I tried hard not to blush. “Nah. Must be the edibles we took earlier. No way would he miss out on all the office fun.”
We never took edibles, but I always liked to keep Romeo on edge, forever guessing. It made him pay me a sliver of attention, and I, the beggar that I was, scrambled for whatever crumbs he threw my way.
“Dallas.” He ignored Hettie’s existence. “We have something to discuss. Follow me.”