Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
"You're thinking that maybe it's a good thing if I mess up from time to time. This way, I'll be less headstrong, more kissable.”
He laughed. “Marco’s daughter is one smart cookie.”
Slowly, he started moving towards the couch. He sat down and lifted a glass goblet half filled with brandy from the coffee table. He raised it towards me.
“My pain meds.”
He took a huge sip of it while I got carried away simply watching him. His hair had gotten much longer, and it reminded me of how he had looked that first night I saw him, when he confused and excited me. When I had to reluctantly admit just how handsome he was to me. Now, the more I looked, the more I felt things that were definitely not appropriate right now, but I couldn't help it.
"Come over here,” he invited, patting the space next to him.
I did as he asked and settled down by his side, but I felt suddenly amazingly shy and thought I might need some Dutch courage.
“I’m in pain too,” I said softly.
He passed his glass over to me and watched as I took a sip, and then he took one as well before setting it down.
"Find anything interesting yet?” I asked.
He sighed and shook his head. "Not really." He looked at the boxes all around. "It's going to take a while to go through them.”
“Sure you don't need any help?"
He was silent for a little while, and then he replied. “You won’t know what to look for.”
I turned to him. "You have another option?"
"Detective Mellor," he said. "I think it's imperative that I pay her a little visit.”
I gasped. "You think she's gonna talk?”
"Yeah, I think she will. It's not like I'm going to use whatever I obtain from her in court anyway. It wouldn't have been obtained legally.”
"What do you mean by it wouldn't have been obtained legally?"
"To wrap things up as quickly as I want to, I’ll briefly have to revert to my old ways."
“I wish I could be there. I have a few questions for her too, but I can't, can I? Or can I?” I looked at him hopefully.
He shook his head decisively. "You can't. Anything can go wrong, and anyway, I don't want you to be there."
"Fine, but you will get some retribution for me …"
His eyes narrowed. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she bitterly regrets doing what she did."
"Thank you," I said and burrowed deeper into the couch.
"You're becoming quite … mafia-minded," he commented with amusement.
"Maybe that's the way to be," I said. "Otherwise, the entire world goes incredibly slowly, and people treat your life as though it's worth nothing."
"That was the lure," he agreed.
I leaned against him and shut my eyes, completely relishing the silence and his beautiful scent. I needed more of that, so I turned and leaned my nose into his neck. It felt like forever since I’d been intimate with him, and I missed it immensely. It was all I wanted now, to be as close to him as physically possible, but I was well aware this couldn't be the case given his injuries, but I had a trick or two up my sleeves.
"You smell so good and I have a present for you,” I said.
His curious eyes were mere inches from mine. I noticed they seemed slightly glazed. “A present?”
“Yes, I got it ages ago in London and never got the chance to give it to you.”
I slipped down to my knees in front of him and began to put my hair up. I wondered if he would stop me, but he didn’t. His eyes were burning with blue fire. I’d seen them burn like that before … in London. I was spurred to keep going. I undid the button of his slacks, pulled down his zipper, and positioned myself between his widened knees. As I did, he didn't take his eyes off me, and neither could I from him.
"Will it hurt you?" I asked.
"You call it hurt, I call it two spoons of sugar?" His voice was thick with lust.
I wrinkled my nose at his cockiness and gently pulled his beautiful, completely erect cock out of his boxers.
"You don't have to be so gentle," he said. "It won't break."
I looked up. Amusement glinted in his eyes. I wrapped my hand around the impressive length of him and watched it grow even harder and longer in my hands.
Teasingly, I massaged the rod, stroking from bottom to top until a little precum appeared at the head. I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into his slit to get a taste.
I heard a sharp intake of his breath, and I loved it. But I loved it even more when I completely covered the thick head with my mouth. A soft groan escaped from him and he leaned against the couch, his head tilted back, and his eyes shut.