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)
My smile evaporated.
Was I in trouble? If so, how come?
I hadn’t spoken to Madison in ages. Plus, what happened today had nothing to do with me.
In the background, news about Costa Industries’ mounting troubles continued rolling.
I feigned a yawn, but my heart galloped. “Whatever you have to say can be said here.”
He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest. His muscles bulged beneath his dress shirt.
I knew he was wrapped up, in stitches and in pain under his sleeve. That made me yearn to kiss every inch of him better.
“This is a private matter.”
Hettie shifted in her seat, clearly wanting to be anywhere else but the position I’d put her in. Beneath the counter, she pinched me.
I pinched her back. “This is private enough. Hettie is family.”
“No, she is not. Even if she were, the latter shan’t be privy to all things passed between a husband and his wife.”
Again, he spoke like a nineteenth-century duke. I couldn’t deny it made me rethink my stance on historical romance.
Still, I refused to be subjected to him while he suffered from a foul mood, which he clearly did.
“I beg to differ.” I straightened my spine. “Whatever you need from me, here and now is good enough.”
He skimmed Hettie, not really paying her any heed, and shrugged. “Very well.”
In two swift steps, Romeo hoisted me up, perched my butt on the kitchen island, and began unbuckling his pants between my legs.
Gasping, I turned to stare at Hettie behind me. “What in the Lord’s name do you think you’re doing?”
He flattened me on the counter. My hair tickled Hettie’s elbow as he flipped my shirt up, exposing my midriff. His tongue trailed upward, toward my breast.
Violent shivers of pleasure circuited my body. In an instant, I dampened between my thighs.
“You said whatever I need from you can happen here. In front of Hettie. I’m having a bad day and need a pick-me-up. Came here to cream pie in my wife’s tight cunt and slap her tits a little. Hettie is welcome to leave at any point.”
His head disappeared inside my shirt, his teeth already nipping at my nipple through my bra.
“And Hettie is leaving right now before she can never look either of you in the eye ever again…” Her chair scraped. In a blonde blur, Hettie dashed out of the kitchen.
Vernon, who was on his way in, did a U-turn, too, muttering, “Goodness gracious.”
“This is unsanitary,” I pointed out as Romeo discarded my shirt and bra. His mouth devoured the side of my neck. “People are supposed to eat here.”
“I do intend to eat here. Your pussy.”
“I thought you were mad at me.” I propped myself on my elbows, watching him, fascinated.
He tugged down my jeans and panties, burying his face between my legs, eating me out with the urgency of a man starved. His hot, wet tongue stroked my insides, his nose massaging my clit.
“Why would I be mad at you?” The words were murmured into my core.
“Because of the stock…Madis—”
“Do not speak his name when my tongue is deep enough in your cunt to reach your uterus.”
The familiar burn of a blush crept up my neck. “I worried you thought I had something to do with it.”
With much reluctance, he tugged his eyes up, understanding words needed to be exchanged between us.
He sighed, kissed the inside of my thigh, and straightened, staring me in the eye. “I know you’re not seeing him anymore.”
“How do you know?”
Somehow, I was sure as the morning sun that he’d stopped having me followed. Romeo kept his word. He always did.
“Because you and I both know that I would exile you from Potomac and file for divorce if you betray me after everything that’s been said between us.” Fire ignited his glacial gray eyes.
Despite the malice inside them, his gaze showered me like sunshine, warming me down to my fingertips.
He now cared enough to get hurt. It wasn’t much—but it was enough to make my head spin with joy.
“Now.” He dipped two fingers into me, curling them as the sound of my juices clinging to him filled the air. “May I kindly eat out my wife, then fuck her, then eat her out again? I canceled all of my meetings for today, just so I can do that.”
He withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean of my desire for him.
I grinned. “You may.”
I was so satisfied and exhausted, every muscle in my body ached. Romeo stood at the stove, heating milk for my hot cocoa. White drinking chocolate from L.A. Burdick, which he’d specifically instructed Hettie to order for me ahead of winter.
It marked his first time doing anything semi-romantic for me.
It means nothing, Dal.
Still, I couldn’t heed my own warning.
Romeo sifted two scoops of shaved Burdick blend into the pot. “I used to take a cup to class every time the temperature dropped. Even while at MIT where the closest locations are all the way in Harvard Square or across the bridge.”