Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Then, holding her hips to keep her in place, I slammed inside of her and started to fuck her.
Hard.
Fast.
Using her hips to slam her back into me as I thrust forward, the sound of our bodies slapping together drowned out by Elizabeth’s cries as she got closer and closer, her pussy tightening around my cock, then spasming hard as she came, this time taking me with her, thrusting deep, and coming so hard I swear I fucking saw white for a second.
We both came back down slowly, our breathing evening out as I finally slid away from her, patting her ass one last time as I moved away.
By the time I tossed the condom and washed my hands, Elizabeth had pulled herself up from the island, and was watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed from her orgasms.
I’d be a happy fucking man to see her standing in my kitchen every single morning for the rest of my life.
It wasn’t exactly a startling realization. I wasn’t like some of the other guys in the family. I always knew I wanted to fall in love, wanted a wife and kids.
I’d just never come across the person I wanted to have that kind of future with.
Though, looking at Elizabeth, I had a sneaking suspicion I finally found that woman.
“No,” she said when I turned toward the sink. “I’ll do the dishes,” she added. “I’ll be here most of the day. It’s the least I can do.”
“You don’t need to do chores to feel like you earned your time at home,” I said, watching how her lips curved up at the idea of this being her home too.
Maybe it was about time to revisit the idea of expanding the two condos into one giant one. Construction took forever. Especially in the city.
Interrupting my thoughts, though, was the beep of my phone, likely Rico reminding me that I was supposed to be meeting him at the meat shop.
“You have to get going,” Elizabeth said.
“Yeah,” I said, walking over to press a lingering kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. If you need anything, just ask Serano or whoever he has relieve him.”
“Okay,” she said, walking with me to the door, then giving me one last kiss before I left.
“Don’t,” I demanded when I walked into the hall to find Serano leaning against the wall to the other condo, a brow raised.
“Wasn’t gonna say anything,” he lied as I made my way to the elevator.
Running late, I rushed over toward the meat shop, finding a surprisingly long line waiting outside of the door with Rico himself holding the door open.
“You giving away something for free?” I asked, looking back at the line.
“Went over the books,” he said. “The old owners were up-charging an unconscionable amount. Decided to slash some prices to something more reasonable. We don’t really need the money,” he said, shrugging. “And the neighborhood has been struggling,” he added, passing the door to someone in the line, then moving inside with me.
Where a woman’s voice called out above the chatter, “Touch me again, and I’ll put your hand in the fucking meat grinder,” she called out. “I’ll make a goddamn sandwich out of you, then feed it to you.”
My brows shot up as I looked over toward where a woman was pushing through the crowd to get back behind the counter after, presumably, restocking something in the snack display.
She was on the shorter side with sleepy eyes, pouty lips, and her deep burgundy colored hair pulled back in a claw clip.
“You gonna let her talk to a paying customer like that?” the man who’d been copping a feel asked when his gaze landed on Rico.
Rico’s brow raised at that.
He might have let it slide, let the woman’s warning be enough.
But if this idiot was going to challenge him, Rico was going to rise to the occasion.
“Not only am I gonna let her talk to you like that,” he said, making the woman glance over, the tension in her shoulders loosening, “I’m gonna tell you to take your grab-assing hands and get the fuck outta my shop.”
“You can’t—“ the man started to object.
“Wanna bet?” Rico asked, taking a single threatening step forward.
Ballsy or not, these people knew who Rico was.
The man broke out of the line and rushed out of the shop, head ducked.
“Asshole,” Rico murmured, then knocked me in the chest with the back of his hand, and nodded toward the back of the building.
“What’s up?” I asked when we were in the back, the noise of the crowd out front muffled.
“The job went off last night,” he told me.
It actually took me a second to remember what the hell he was talking about. I’d been so wrapped up with Elizabeth that I’d lost track of the family business.