Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“What do we do now?” Mike asks, putting his phone down with a suspicious, shifty look. In a previous life—before six months ago, when I changed everything—I would’ve challenged and bantered with him about how suspicious he was acting. Then maybe he’d tell me what was happening, but I feel like I’ve lost the right to do that.
“We wait,” I tell him.
“I’ll get some work done,” Mike says. “Got my laptop with me. There’s no reason not to.”
As usual, Mike is showing his workaholic tendencies. He might talk a big game about leaving the military, but he’s still dedicating his life to a good cause. He hammers away at the financials, doing his part for trafficking victims, making sure there are enough funds to help them.
“What about you?” he asks.
“I’ll… sit. Heal up. Hopefully, nothing comes of this.”
“When will we know? How?”
“I’ve got contacts who can give me an inside look at these creeps, but it’ll take time. We can’t be too forward or suspicious about it. I hope Rafael gets swept up in another deal, another fight. Then he’ll forget about you or be forced to, at least.”
Mike nods. “He’s a real madman, then?”
“Worse than that. He’s not insane. He knows what he’s doing, and his only goal is to keep doing it because he loves it so much.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Yep.” I take another sip of coffee. “There are monsters in this world, brother.”
“Hopefully, Emma doesn’t get bored,” he says.
“What does she usually do?” I ask as casually as I can.
Mike smirks. “Don’t worry. She’s not here. No need to pretend to be interested.”
“You make me sound like a douchebag.”
He chuckles. “I get it. Family’s not your thing. I can’t blame you. Sorry…” He frowns. “I wasn’t laughing at that or you.”
“It’s fine,” I tell him. “I was born in the dirt. It’s not the end of the world. It prepared me for how grim the world can be.”
“It can be good, too,” he says, looking at the hallway door with another big grin. I don’t have to turn to know Emma has just walked in. I can hear her, but more than anything, I can see the love on Mike’s face. “Morning.”
“Afternoon,” Emma says in a lazy, tired, somehow sexy voice.
I still don’t turn; I stare stubbornly down into my mug of coffee. Then she walks around the kitchen bar, and I’m either forced to look up or make Mike suspicious. Fuck. Is she doing this on purpose? She’s wearing PJ shorts that display her thick legs, making me think of how wet she was, her thighs glistening. She’s wearing a PJ shirt—no, Emma, no—without a bra. Her perky nipples poke through the fabric.
Mike stands, picking up his coffee. “Mind if I hijack the study? I saw a desk in there.”
“It’s all yours,” I say, feeling like I’m hardly even here, struggling with every part of me not to devour his daughter’s creamy ass with my eyes.
Then he leaves, footsteps receding. I hear him enter his bedroom and then the study, closing the door. Hazy sunlight shafts through the window as Emma puts some bread in the toaster, her back to me. She leans over, causing her shorts to pull up, showing the bottom of her ass cheeks.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl.
She turns, wide-eyed and captivated, just like on graduation night. “What?” she moans.
“You know what,” I snap.
She looks at me with a stubborn glint in her eyes. She’s caught, but she won’t admit it. “Maybe I need you to explain.”
I stand up, roaring at myself to stop, but there’s something about her. It’s like magic or like she drugged me. My balls ache. My rod is stiff and hard already, pushing against my pants like it’s trying to bust through my zipper.
She has her mouth slightly open, staring up at me like she’s waiting for a kiss.
“Is this a game to you?” I demand, walking right up to her and reaching down.
God help me. I can’t stop. I squeeze onto her ass and bring my mouth to hers. After half a year of thinking of her lips, dreaming about them, I’m tasting them again. She moans intensely, one big sharp exhale, as if she’s been thinking of this too. She gasps when I push the globes of her ass together. Then I lose it, spank her, savoring her oh of shock.
I break off the kiss, staring down. “This is what you deserve,” I snap, spanking her plump ass again, feeling her body dance for me. “You dressed like this on purpose. Tell the truth.”
She can’t hide the pleasure gripping her each time I spank her. She moans, pouting up at me. This is so damn dangerous. I need to stop myself and rein all this in, but instead, I spank her again and again.
“You’ll make my ass red,” she moans.