Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“For now,” I pant, and he grins right before he opens his mouth, covering my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple. Gasping, I lift my hips and fight him to let me go, then cry out in frustration when I can’t get free. “I want to touch you.”
“And I want to touch you.” He takes his hand from my breast and slowly lifts the bottom edge of my nightie up my thighs and over my hips, exposing my belly. I hold my breath when his fingers skim under the edge of my panties, causing my stomach muscles to twist and dance.
“Maxim.” I lift my hips when his fingers slip lower, brushing just below my pubic bone, giving me something but nothing at all.
“Yeah?” he asks after releasing my breast with a pop.
“When I get free, I’m going to hurt you.”
“When I let you go, baby, you’re going to be too tired to do anything.” He rolls his finger over my clit, and then he keeps good on his promise.
By the time he’s done with me, my body feels like Jell-O, and I can do nothing but lie there and let him clean me up before I completely pass out, ignoring the smug look on his face.
So annoying.
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SITTING AT THE island in my kitchen, still half asleep, my gaze follows Maxim around the kitchen while he makes us breakfast and talks on the phone with his mom. Dropping my eyes to his abs and the dark hair that disappears under the band of his boxers, I hear him laugh and lift my head. Finding him shaking his head at me, I give him a shrug and take a sip of my coffee.
“I’ll tell her. Love you, Mom.” He ends the call and sets down the phone, then goes over to the stove, saying over his shoulder, “Mom said she’ll call you later. She also said she’s relieved that I’ve decided to take over, since she’s not here and has been overwhelmed with helping Malo.”
“What’s going on with Malo?” I ask as he places a perfectly made omelet on a plate, then brings it over to me.
“Apparently, he ran some social media ads for Panic Pants, and he’s already sold out of the inventory he had in stock. People have been asking daily when he will get more in.”
“Seriously?” I ask, accepting a piece of toast from him before he goes back to the stove to grab his plate. When he comes around the island to take a seat next to me, he touches his lips to mine quickly.
“They’re a hit. Mom said he’s already sold over five hundred pairs, and he’s making a killing, since he’s charging over a hundred and fifty dollars each.” After some quick math, I shake my head in amazement.
“That’s awesome.” I pick up a piece of toast to take a bite.
“It is, but now he and I are going to have to talk about the club.”
“What about it?” I turn to frown at him. From what he’s said since we’ve been back here, Malo stepped up with running things in Vegas and even told Maxim he’d like to take over permanently.
“If this thing takes off for him, I’m not sure he’s going to want to manage Wet, so I’ll have to figure that out.” He shakes his head before taking a bite of his omelet.
“How about you let him come to you if he doesn’t want to keep running the club?” I cut off a chunk of my omelet and add, “I get that you’ll always think of Malo as a kid, but he’s not, and you need to trust him to tell you when or if he doesn’t want to do something.” I take the bite and chew, then cut off another piece. It’s delicious, with lots of spices, cheese, and veggies.
“I would, but I don’t know that he’d come to me if he changed his mind.”
“I love you, but you really need to learn to have a little more faith in your brother.” I sigh, then gasp when he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me around for a hard, quick kiss.
“You’re right. I’ll work on it.” He lets me go and motions to my plate. “Eat quick—we have an appointment at eleven.”
“An appointment?”
“At the car dealership.”
“I’m not going with you to a car dealership,” I tell him, taking another bite, and his brows drag together.
“Why not?”
“You know how you said you have no desire to go furniture shopping?” He lifts his chin ever so slightly. “I have zero desire to go to a dealership, and even less desire to look at cars all day long.”
“But I am going to go furniture shopping with you,” he reminds me. “So now we’ll both be doing something we don’t want to do.”