Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“No,” Jason says from behind the TV. “They snowboard and do drugs. Fun drugs.”
Saul flips him off. “That’s my answer, damn it,” he grumbles. “Your turn. Where would you go?”
“I don’t know. I’ve barely traveled. Nana took us to the Jersey Shore a few times when we were younger, but—” I make a helpless gesture. “Otherwise, I’m wide open.”
“You’ve only been to the shore a few times?” Saul’s expression darkens.
“We haven’t exactly been able to afford vacations.”
“My sister is making us sound poor,” Jason says, now somehow crawling back behind the entertainment console, his feet kicking and his hips wriggling. “But she’s underselling it.”
“Thank you, Jason. Should you be back there right now?”
“I’m fine.”
“Right.” I kiss Saul’s chin. “I’d like Colorado. Maybe Florida?”
But he’s giving me a strange look. His lips are pursed and his eyebrows are knitted in confusion, and he finally grunts like he’s annoyed. “Well, fuck, now I have to take you all to my family’s shore house in Sea Isle.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Are you kidding me? You have a beach house?”
“We’re fucking Catholic Italians that live in the Philly region. Of course we have a goddamn beach house. Give us a little money and we dump it into one of those fucking things.”
“I’d love to see it, thanks for the invite, bro.” Jason emerges with a cobweb on his head. He flops down on the couch next to me, completely ruining what might’ve otherwise been a nice moment.
“You’ll have to introduce me to your family first,” I say, avoiding Saul’s gaze. He only grunts in reply to that.
We head home a little while later. I’m practically floating on the ten-second walk to our place. Saul’s ass looks like heaven in his jeans and the slight sheen of sweat on his skin makes my mouth freaking water. I’m licking my lips and checking out his arms as he unlocks the front door, and he catches me staring. His eyebrows quirk.
“What?” he asks when I walk toward him.
I have a hungry look in my eyes and a fire in my belly. “You were good today.”
“I’m good every day.”
“No, Saul Rossi, you were very good today, and I want to reward you.”
“Baby, I don’t take care of you for the reward.” He pauses and touches a finger to his chin. “But I sure as fuck won’t turn it down.”
I push him into the foyer and drop to my knees right there on the floor. He grunts in delight and kicks the door shut as I fumble with his belt. I’m not surprised at all to find him already hard and straining his boxer briefs. This man has an endless supply of desire for me and it’s part of what I love about him. It’s like our fingers graze and suddenly he’s humping my leg. I find it flattering—and really exciting.
I stroke him and stare up into his eyes, and he puts a thumb in my mouth, in between my lips. I suck it, going down and back up, letting him feel my tongue swirl around as I grip his cock. Giving him a little preview.
“I wish moving day was every day,” he murmurs as I yank his underwear down. His thick, hard cock springs free, and I take it in both hands. I let a line of spit fall onto his tip, rub it around, and use it to glide my palms along his shaft.
“You can do other things to earn my rewards,” I say casually, taking his tip into my mouth. I suck it softly at first.
“Like what?” he says, sounding breathless.
I pull back and consider him. “Acts of service and devotion.” I take him into my mouth again, sucking harder.
He groans. God, I love that sound. “Service and devotion? Baby, I’m devoted to servicing you.”
“Nothing dirty,” I say, stroking as I talk. I like the way he reacts as I alternate between sucking him and stroking him. It’s as if every time I take him from my mouth, a little piece of him is left on my tongue, like I’m actually sucking his soul from his cock. It’s a thing of beauty, being wanted this badly. Makes me feel so sexy and powerful like I’m the one in control right now.
“I only know dirty.”
“You can hang shelves.”
“Hang fucking shelves?”
“Yes, in a sleeveless shirt and very tight jeans. Let me look at your arms and your ass while you work.”
“I feel strangely objectified.”
“And you love it.” I suck him faster, going as deep as I can before pulling out again. He’s moaning, his hand in my hair, but I’m dictating the pace and driving him crazy. “You can also clean for me.”
“I’ll scrub every fucking toilet if you keep doing that.”
“Oh, Saul, that’s so pathetic,” I tease.
“Put my dick back in your mouth,” he growls through his teeth. “I’m not asking again.”