Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 79061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Angelo, I lo—-”
His hand cupped over her mouth. “No.” She tried speaking against his palm, and he pressed just the slightest bit harder so she would know that he was against it. “I mean it.” She didn’t try to say anything, but he heard her anyway.
The pain that flickered in her eyes told him everything he didn’t want to know.
Slowly, he lowered his hand.
But this time, she didn’t even try to speak.
He drew his breath unevenly. “How about a bargain?”
She looked at him warily. “Like you’re allowing me to love you by 40%? That kind of bargain?”
He stared at her blankly. “How did you even come up with that kind of thought?”
She colored.
“Never mind, and no, that’s not what I meant.”
A part of him believed he was crazy for what he was about to suggest while another part of him believed it was the best idea he had ever come up.
But then he saw the way Lane’s eyes were gradually darkening, and he remembered that day when she had fainted.
He remembered seeing her looking at him like she deserved to be thrown away.
It was the same way she was looking at him now.
“Would you,” he said roughly, “be my girlfriend?” He might never be able to give her the words, but he could give her the next best thing, the only thing he could offer.
Lane was staring wide-eyed at him, and his tension increased. When he saw her shove her hands in her pockets, he said tautly, “Lane?”
“Could you say that again,” she whispered, “so I can be sure that I’m not hallucinating?”
Chapter Sixteen
Would you be my girlfriend?
Would you be my girlfriend?
Would you be my girlfriend?
Would you be my girlfriend?
The alarm gradually penetrated Angelo’s sleep.
Would you be my girlfriend?
Then he realized what he was listening to, and with a snarl, he woke up and turned off Lane’s phone with a muttered chain of Italian expletives.
Behind him, Lane burst into peals of laughter.
In the next moment, he had her trapped under him, and he glared down at her.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly. One of her newer discoveries about Angelo was that he was not a morning person, and it was yet another secret she kept zealously close to her heart.
Angelo didn’t smile back. Even now, he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t realized she had recorded his question that night. Dio, what an idiot he had been. And now, he was paying the price for his stupidity, with Lane using his words as an alarm to force him awake every morning.
“I can still kill you for that, you know.”
Swallowing back a nervous giggle, she clasped his face with both hands, saying cajolingly, “But it’s for your own good. Now, you wake up more quickly and—-”
Not wanting to listen to her admittedly reasonable explanation, he kissed her to shut her up, and a second later he was kissing her just because he wanted to. Another moment, and he was kissing her because he needed to.
And just as it was in the past, the moments that followed were a wild frenzy, their clothes strewn across the room—-
Angelo rolled to his back, and Lane automatically straddled him.
Their eyes met.
Clutching his muscular arms, she slowly lowered herself to his cock, her body trembling with every inch that entered her.
His biceps bulged under her fingers as her pussy took in the entire length of his cock, and she whimpered at the feel of it, thinking that no matter how many times they did it each day – and there were days when she would even lose count of her orgasms – this would never get old.
Never.
Angelo started moving, slowly and leisurely at first, just to drive both of them wild with anticipation. He tried to make it last as long as he could, but with her every whimper pushing him further to the edge, his loss of control became inevitable.
“Oh, Angelo, please.” Her body molded against him, her breasts falling on his face.
And that was it.
His mouth clamped onto one nipple, one hand clutched her other breast, and then his other hand was squeezing her bottom, telling her to let go.
With a keening cry, she started riding him, her movements untutored but passionate. She bounced on his cock as he sucked on her nipple, and when he heard her pant faster and harder, his balls tightened at the realization that she was close.
Releasing her breast, he fisted her hair, pulled her down, and hissed against her lips, “Ride me hard, and make me come.”
His mouth covered hers just as she cried out, and then she was doing what he commanded, riding him hard until he was stiffening under her and she was shaking—-
He came with a harsh gasp, and the moment she felt his cum shoot inside her, she screamed his name, grinding her pussy on his cock as she reached her own orgasm.