Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
After getting the bag from Tony, I lead Tabitha to the guest bedroom closest to my own suite. “I hope this is everything you need.” I set the bag on the large king-sized bed and turn to her. “But if something is missing, just use the house phone to call me and I’ll have it sent over right away.”
“How do I get you?” She bites her lip. “I mean, just in case.”
I walk over to the phone on the bedside table and point at the top button. “This will connect you with my room.”
“Thank you.” She smiles and I watch the adorable dimple pop in her right cheek. Before I do something stupid like kiss her to within an inch of her life, I tell her goodnight and get the hell out of there. She tempts me too fucking much. I have absolutely no control when my Tabby Cat is anywhere near me.
After making sure everything is secure, I forward my bedroom line to my cellphone in case my girl calls and head down to take the dogs for a little stroll. Hopefully, the late exercise will help both me and the energetic pups get some sleep.
CHAPTER
FIVE
MARCO
The next morning, I wake up clinging to the edge of the bed with two German Shepherds lying back-to-back across the middle of my fucking bed. Pushing back the covers, I listen to Bert and Ernie grumble as I hop out of bed and head for the shower. I’m an early fucking riser. Usually, my inability to sleep past six a.m. is a major inconvenience, but today, it’s coming in handy. I should have plenty of time to shower and get my unruly cock under control before I head out to wake up my sleeping girl.
After a long night of dirty dreams involving my Tabby Cat, my cock is wide awake and ready for some action. Too bad the only action it’s going to see this morning is the icy cold spray of my shower.
I turn the water all the way to frigid and step under the spray, hoping it will cool off my cock a little. After a few minutes, I realize the icy water alone isn’t going to do the trick. Either I walk around all day long with a boner or I take matters into my own hands. Literally. I lean my head back against the cool marble wall and close my eyes. As I wrap my hand around my erection, I picture Tabitha’s sassy pout and imagine her wrapping those luscious lips around my hardness.
Three hard strokes and my cock twitches in my grip as I come. Feeling unsatisfied and out of sorts, I rush through the rest of my shower. While I dress, I run through my plans for my little kitten. I’m pretty sure she’s going to make me jump through hoops in the coming days, but I’m anticipating every single second of it.
After my shower, I head downstairs and find Tony and my housekeeper, Rosita, standing in the kitchen doorway.
“How did you sleep?” the fucker asks me like he doesn’t already know I spent a restless night missing my girl.
“Just peachy,” I growl and watch the two dogs rush down the stairs and head straight for the kitchen. The well-rested assholes chase each other around while my housekeeper prepares their canine breakfast.
“I know what you mean,” Tony laments. “Some asshole got me out of bed to run errands last night.” He smirks before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Fuck off,” I tell him and reach for my own cup. Hopefully, the caffeine will help improve my mood.
“At least the dogs are in a good mood.” Tony laughs as we watch them turn in circles while waiting for Rosita to place their breakfast in their bowls.
“Of course, they’re in a good mood. The fuckers slept down the middle of my bed and stole all the goddamn covers. They are well-fucking-rested and ready for the day,” I growl.
I notice Tony biting the inside of his cheek before he replies, “Fuck. You’re grouchier than usual.”
“Go find some work to do before I show you how grouchy I can be.” We both know I’m just blowing smoke. I couldn’t survive without the help of my righthand man, but I don’t want the fucker to become too complacent.
“I’ll be in my office if you need me.” Tony smirks and heads down the back hallway. We have an entire wing of offices in the back wing on the main floor.
Once I get myself under control, I turn to Rosita. “I’d like to take my guest breakfast in bed.” My housekeeper-slash-cook looks momentarily stunned by my request but quickly pulls herself together and rushes off to fix the meal. Fifteen minutes later, I carry the tray up the back stairs, hoping none of my men are watching this display on the monitors.