Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Understood.” We disconnect and I walk into the bathroom to find the shower on and Mia inside.
I strip out of my pajama bottoms and don’t even hesitate to join her. She turns to face me, naked, wet and beautiful but I’m not distracted. I pull her to me, turn her, and press her to the wall. “I will not let you go today if I don’t feel good about the plan in place. You will not fight me on this. Promise me, Mia.”
“I never fight with you unless we’re alone and I’m not going to start now. I have no desire to end up dead. I’ll listen to what you think.”
“Good, and if I let you go, try baby, try with all your might to remember your promise. Let me handle Ri. Walk away so you don’t end up dead. Don’t think about me behind bars. I do have a shit ton of money and resources so that’s not going to happen. I promise you.”
“You don’t know what he has on you.”
“Mia—”
“I promise,” she says. “I do. I don’t want to screw up and lose us again.”
I cup her face. “Say it again.”
“I promise. I don’t want to—”
I kiss her and drag her with me under the water, wishing like hell I had time to fuck her this morning and she doesn’t make my willpower any stronger. Her hand wraps the thick ridge of my now rock-hard cock. “I think I need to remind you just how right here with you I am, Grayson.”
“Later, baby. We’re about to have a houseful of people.”
“I don’t think this will take long.” She goes down on her knees just outside the spray, and holy fuck, her tongue licks the water off my cock and then she’s suckling and licking and pumping. I don’t even try to maintain my willpower. I haven’t had this woman’s mouth on me in far too long. My hands go to her hair and I hold on perhaps too tightly but Mia has always liked that part of me that can’t hold back with her, perhaps because she knows she’s the only one that does that to me.
She sucks, and now I move with her, and she’s right, it doesn’t take long before I shudder with release, and she suckles me until it’s over. When it is, she’s made her point. She’s back. We’re back. And damn, it’s good. Too good to let that fucking little bitch Ri get in the way again. And he did get in the way of me and Mia, and for that, he will pay like I have not ever made anyone pay.
Chapter thirty-four
Grayson
Ifinish shaving and pull on the navy-blue suit jacket with a light blue pinstripe which Mia insisted I wear because it’s her favorite. I stare at it in the mirror and only then do I admit just how much I missed the hell out of all the little things, like her choosing my suit, and I’m not sure I let myself admit just how much until now when she’s back. I couldn’t. I’d have lost my fucking mind and I was already hanging on a ledge and bloodied as it was.
The doorbell rings and she rushes out of the closet in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt with no bra, her nipples puckering from underneath. “My hair isn’t dry,” she says. “Damn it, I’m behind.”
“You also aren’t wearing a bra, so stay the hell here. Finish up. I want to talk to Blake anyway.”
She looks down at her nipples and back up at me. “Do you really think I’d go out there like this?”
I cross the room and pull her to me. “I’m feeling a little territorial this morning.”
“Why? You do remember what I just did to you, right?”
“With crystal clear clarity that will distract me frequently,” I assure her. “But right now, I’m deciding if you go back to Ri or not.”
Her eyes go wide. “Back to Ri?” Anger flares in her eyes. “Grayson, damn it—”
I kiss her soundly on the lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I told you. I’m feeling territorial this morning. I know you were never with him. I just need to get past today and get you back home with me.”
Her hand flattens over my heart. “I’ll be back home with you and not soon enough for me.” She pushes to her toes and kisses me. “I’ll wait here until you’re ready for me and if you don’t feel good about today, we’ll figure out what to do.”
I cover her wet hair with my hand and kiss her again, but this time, it’s a deep, drink-her-in kiss. “I love you, baby,” I say, knowing damn well she wants to fight me over today but she knows me enough to know that now isn’t the time to do that. Mia was right when she said she saves our fights for private moments, and as the doorbell rings again, we’re both reminded that this isn’t one of them.