Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
She licks her lips and spreads her legs wider, positioning her ass further back on the counter.
“You want to be fucked good, huh?”
“Yes.”
I push her panties to the side, running my thick length through her wetness. “Will you be a good girl for me? Keep quiet so no one hears you?”
She whispers, “Yeah.”
I push inside her, and both of us moan out long and hard. So much for being silent. I move inside her, bringing my hand to cover her mouth. I don’t care who hears us, but I know it would embarrass her if they did.
As her legs wrap around my waist, I keep pumping in and out. Her hands fly into my hair and I replace my hand with my mouth. I love kissing her. I think I could kiss her forever.
Like I said, not the time or place to tell her how I’m falling madly in love with her.
“You feel so good,” she whispers.
This woman has no idea. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when you’re around me, all I can think about is you.”
“I feel the same way.”
“And I can’t get enough of you. Your body. Your pussy.” I squeeze her ass with one hand and she moans. “You need to keep quiet, baby.”
She braces a hand on the counter as I slam into her.
“God, I love how good you feel.” I could get lost in this moment. I could die here, a happy man.
With all the craziness my life has become, Chloe is the one constant.
The one thing I know is heading in the right direction. Does she feel the same way?
I stare into her eyes, looking for my answer. She holds my gaze, her feelings shimmering in their depths.
I know this isn’t one-sided. It can’t be.
I want this woman by my side forever. Right now, I can’t tell her, but I can show her.
“Feel how much you mean to me,” I tell her as I push deeper inside her slick heat, wanting her to know exactly how I feel.
With everything going on, I know starting a new relationship isn’t ideal, but you don’t get to pick when you fall.
And I’ve fallen head over heels for this woman.
I need to make sure she knows that when she’s my woman, she’ll want for nothing in the world.
“Don’t stop,” she whines against my lips. Her orgasm is fierce and her inner walls milk my cock.
“So good,” I whisper as I finish right after her.
It’s been a few days since brunch, and I still need to figure out who’s running the prostitution ring out of my club. The worst part? I wish I could talk to Chloe about it.
I know I mentioned the ring to her, but I don’t want to involve her in my private investigation. I know she worries about me, but it’s more than that.
I worry for her.
And I don’t want her getting hurt because of me.
My phone rings, and when I pull it out of my pocket, I see it’s Roman. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
“Come to the hospital. It’s your sister.”
I’m up and racing out the door. “What happened?”
“There was a bombing at her office building. I couldn’t get in there quick enough,” Roman says in a rush. “It’s a mess. Get here quick.”
“On my way.” I hop in my Bugatti and fly down the road. When I arrive at the hospital, I rush through the sliding glass doors and find Ledger and Roman pacing in front of the nurse’s station.
“Where is she?” I ask.
“She’s ok. They’re getting her admitted and taking her from the emergency room to her own room.”
“Where?”
Roman stares at me. “They said they’ll let me know.” He jabs a thumb over his shoulder pointing at the empty nurse’s station.
I can’t sit here not knowing anything. “You’ve seen her?” I ask Roman. “She’s really ok?”
Roman nods. “I was right outside the building.”
It’s only after he says these words that I see the traces of blood lining his face. “You ok?”
Roman brushes off my words. “I’m fine.”
“She’s in a room,” a red-haired nurse says to Roman. “You can go see her. Room 325.”
We thank the nurse and head off in search of Greer’s room.
“Hi, Dev,” Greer says in a small voice when I enter her room.
She’s got a few cuts and scrapes on her face, and the doctor is currently stitching up a cut on her arm.
“We’re keeping her overnight for observation,” the doctor stitching up her arm says.
Roman moves closer to her. “Hey, you,” he says, staring down at her pale face.
She smiles up at him, and I can tell the action causes her pain. “Hey again. Thank you for rescuing me.”
“You rescued her?” I ask, because he left that detail out.
“Yeah, the explosion went off and I just ran into the building to get her out.”
I reach my hand out to shake his. “Thanks, man.”