Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
“You can use your mouth to swallow me down.”
“Now?” She could hear the murmur of voices growing louder.
“You just talked about money again, didn’t you?” His hands dropped to his belt buckle. He jerked his head toward the ground.
“What the fuck is the holdup, Ice?” Maestro asked, stepping through the weeping tree limbs. He wasn’t alone. There were two others with him, but she could only see their boots.
Soleil would have pulled back, but Ice pushed his cock into her mouth. It was semihard. Hot. Delicious. He gave a small groan. She loved the taste and feel of him, and she was already lost. She loved that he was using their ridiculous money argument as an excuse for her to blow him. It was her favorite thing. Absolute favorite thing.
“Just stopping the bullshit money talk. We’re not ever going to be arguing about that shit. I’ve been reading how many marriages end because of money fights.”
“You found a good way to stop it,” Maestro said, amusement in his voice. “I think I’m going to have to do more reading.”
“I’m never giving her up, so I’m finding ways to keep her occupied so she doesn’t think about trying to leave me.”
He was growing right there in her mouth, and the sensation was so good. She closed her eyes, no longer hearing more than their voices off in some distance. She decided the first step was to want to give him the best experience of his life, so good he wouldn’t be able to talk or even think, and to do that, she had to drown out everything but him. She concentrated on the shape of him, the taste and texture of him. She simply worshipped him. She loved him with everything she was. She lavished attention on him, using every technique she knew aroused him the most.
Next, she had to make this so good for him that he could no longer see or hear anything but her and her mouth and what she was doing to him. She knew he had gone beyond the point of no return when he groaned. His fist tightened in her hair and he began to talk dirty to her. His hips thrust deep, and she forced herself to relax. He let her breathe and then surged forward again.
“Look at me, princess. I want to see your eyes.”
She loved that. She loved when he looked into her eyes. She lifted her lashes to all that startling blue and saw what she was doing to him—shattering him. So perfect. She lashed him with her tongue and took him deeper.
His strangled cry was the sound of ecstasy to her ears. She loved that sound and wanted to hear it again and again. It helped to keep her from panicking when her air was cut off and she thought he might not let her breathe. Even then, she felt him pulsing on her tongue, his heart beating against the roof of her mouth. She forced her throat to relax as he pushed even deeper. Then he was helpless, emptying himself into her, groaning deeply, mindless because she gave that to him. She took her time making certain he was clean before she let him help her up. She had done exactly what she’d wanted to do, and she’d never been happier. She loved him with every breath in her body. With every beat of her heart. She chose this man, and she was determined to be happy and confident in herself as his woman and just as confident in their relationship.
SEVENTEEN
Czar lay on the rooftop of the apartment building across the street from their target. His honor, the renowned judge Bonner James, one of the main members of the con ring, had his elegant luxury condo facing the ocean so he could have his view. The back side of his condo faced the apartments were Czar had positioned himself so he could direct his pack.
The judge had a visitor tonight. His bedroom was in the back of the house, and he kept his curtains open. Never a good thing for a judge who sat on the bench and wanted an impeccable reputation. Most likely his proclivity of having Mistress Scarlet visit him was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. Czar had never understood why others gave a damn about what a man or woman preferred in the bedroom, but apparently society liked to pass judgment. As far as he was concerned, that was what was wrong with half the world.
They’d have to wait until Mistress Scarlet finished collecting her tools of the trade and left. She was very businesslike, patting the judge’s face as she unstrapped him and gathered everything up, including the money on the bedside table. They exchanged a few words and then she breezed out of the condo.