Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Lissie, come on. I want to go out.” Letti bangs on the door again.
“Hurry up and come on my fingers, Pretty Lady. You’re running out of time,” he whispers. Milo applies more pressure, then his mouth latches on to my nipple, and he sucks.
That’s all it takes. And I’m gone.
Has this man got the fingers of a God?
“See? Good girl.” He removes his fingers from my body, then climbs off the bed, but
I see him put those two fingers into his mouth and suck.
And all I can think is how hot that is.
The day goes by quickly. I show them around the city. Milo keeps his distance and makes no move to touch me.
And it pisses me off.
But I don’t touch him either.
I take them to the zoo. We have lunch, do some shopping, then we have dinner before we arrive back at my apartment.
Both men got stares all day. Even without wearing their leather, they’re both very intimidating, especially Milo. If I didn’t know him, I’m not sure I would even talk to him. Actually, I would probably cross the road so I don’t run into him.
Most of the day, he kept his hands in his pockets. It irritated me, but at the same time, I shouldn’t expect him to touch me in public. It’s a battle of wills, and I think I might be losing.
“We should go out for drinks,” Milo says, looking me dead in the eyes. “We need to talk. Alone.”
“Okay, well, that’s our cue. Goodnight, and thank you so much for a great day. I loved it.” Letti kisses my cheek before she and Mason walk into the guest room.
I turn to look at Milo. “Should I change?”
“You could go out in a brown bag, and I would still tell you you’re the prettiest woman in any room.” I blush and step closer to him. Cody never once spoke to me like that.
“So why did you keep your hands to yourself all day?” I ask, confused by his earlier actions.
“Let’s go get that drink,” he says, avoiding the question.
I head out the door, and as soon as we’re in the hallway, he grabs my hand and slides his fingers between mine. I look down at our joined hands, then smile up at him.
“You don’t like to do it in front of your club members?”
“I couldn’t care less about that.”
“Okay, so… Letti, then?” He raises a brow. “Then why?”
“I don’t do this shit. It’s you who wants it,” he replies. “And, clearly, you want this.” His grip on my hand tightens as we walk.
“You don’t enjoy holding my hand?”
We reach the closest bar, and he pulls open the door for me to enter. His gaze tracks my every move, and as I step past him, he leans down and whispers, “I enjoy touching any piece of you, especially inside your pussy as you come.”
I know my face flushes, but I keep my grip on his hand and move forward. We find a place at the bar with no one next to us. The bartender comes over, and Milo orders me a wine and a scotch for himself.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask.
“Not quite yet. Let’s have a drink before you hate me.”
“Hate you?” I raise a brow. “Did you fuck Letti?” I question, half joking but terrified about his answer at the same time.
His brows pull together, and he stares at me. “Why on earth would I fuck your friend?”
I shake my head, relieved.
“How do you want this to go, Pretty Lady?”
I brush a strand of hair behind my ear. “What do you mean?”
“Us,” he says, turning his body to me and placing his hand on my thigh. “I want to know, even though I already know my answer.”
“You’re making no sense,” I say, my brow furrowing. “As for us, I like what we are now. How we are.” I smile. “It’s… good.”
“So every six months, I fly out for the weekend and fuck you?” he asks, just as the bartender sets our drinks down. I offer him a smile, hoping he didn’t hear what Milo just said but knowing he more than likely did.
“Savage.” I turn to see three men striding our way. They eye Milo before one of them—the one who spoke, I assume—gives me a slow once-over and smirks. “It’s you in our neck of the woods, isn’t it?” His hand comes down on Milo’s shoulder.
“Remove it,” Milo orders without hesitation.
The man does, pulling his hand away and then lifting both in surrender.
“Are you here for business?” another asks. Turning to me, he stares at my legs and tits. “Or pleasure?” He winks, finally meeting my eyes.
“Keep your fucking eyes to yourself before I cut them out.” I turn from the fool who was staring at me and look at Milo. The Milo sitting before me right now is tense, and I can tell he doesn’t want these people’s company.