Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
It was such a thrill.
I was hot, burning up. Part of it was from the engine, and the other was from Julian. The rush surging through his veins controlled his actions, and I was damn lucky it did.
The next thing I knew, he ordered, “Spread your legs for me, Autumn.”
“What?”
When I didn’t move fast enough, he did it for me. Reaching over, his hand slid in between my thighs. “I’m going to do two of my favorite things at once, driving this sports car and making you come.”
Halting all the air in my lungs, I sucked in a breath as soon as he started rubbing my clit. He downshifted into second, jerking the wheel to make a sharp right turn. The car slid, and my head fell back from his skilled fingers working me over.
The engine revved as he shifted into fourth gear, sliding his finger inside me at the same exact time. The adrenaline coursing through me was releasing endorphins I didn’t know I had, sky-rocketing my entire body and bringing me to a new high. It took over all my senses, my entire being. My chest heaved, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh God…” I panted, as he hit my g-spot over and over again.
Shifting from gear to gear, he floored it down the street, the speedometer indicating we were hitting ninety.
“Let’s see what this baby can do.”
“Julian…”
Going faster and faster, he ripped through the secluded back alley. Harder and harder he fucked me with his hand. Waves of ecstasy barricaded my mind as wetness rolled out of my core. Our heated emotions were running wild, fueling my need to come.
One hundred miles an hour.
One fifteen.
One twenty-five.
I was a ticking time bomb, counting down until I exploded.
The engine was loud, rumbling, coming to life the faster he drove. Taking everything along with it, like a tornado spinning around in circles. It elicited feelings I never thought possible.
I felt every loss of breath.
Every curve of his finger.
It cluttered my mind, and I couldn’t keep up with his skilled assault.
“Come for me, Autumn.”
That was all it took for me to fucking ignite. I shattered, coming apart at the seams. I came so hard that my vision blurred, and my body shook uncontrollably. Julian didn’t miss a beat, slamming his foot on the brake, and causing the car to do a complete three-sixty. Around in a circle we went. My body flew to the side from the impact until we came to a stop.
Before I could say a word, he threw his seat back and gripped onto my waist and carried me onto his lap. His cock was out and inside me before I even blinked.
“Ride my cock, baby.”
I didn’t have to be told twice, I did as I was told—riding his dick as if I was in a rodeo. He gripped onto my hips and moved me harder against him. It was something I’d learned about him early on—Julian liked it rough.
“Come on my cock, Autumn, like you just came down my hand.”
Once again, I exploded. Seeing fucking stars.
Galaxies.
A lunar eclipse.
I didn’t hold back, repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Which was also new between us, I told him I loved him all the time. Every chance I could get. And since the first time I expressed those three words the night he stole my virginity…
He never stopped me anymore.
However, he never said it back either.
Chapter TWENTY-EIGHT
—Julian—
Day of Locke Enterprises Announcement
MSNBC, Fox Business, and Yahoo Finance were all setting up their camera equipment in my office on the ranch. Autumn wanted the world to know the man behind the expensive suits, and this was the perfect place for them to learn who I was.
Over the last three days, Autumn had kept her distance, and after what I shared, I knew that she would. I’d spent most of my time with Capri—my daughter was the light of my life. She was catching me up on the last nine years of hers, from all her favorite memories to her interests. I was surprised when I learned of her love for classic cars, considering I owned several. I had them imported from Miami, and now they were stored in the garage at our home.
We’d spent most of our time hanging out in the garage, her helping me fix up a few car projects that had kept my mind occupied when I needed to think of something other than work. Capri could barely hold in her excitement the day they’d arrived.
“Daddy!” She walked around the front of my 1967 Chevy Truck. “Are these all your cars?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“How do you have all these classic cars?”
“I’ve collected them over the years.”
“That’s so cool!”
“I’m glad you think so. Your mom wasn’t much of a fan of your old man’s addiction.”
“Oh my God!” Autumn chimed in, walking up behind me. “That is not true—don’t believe your father. I used to love all his cars. If you think these are something, he had an arsenal of them back in the day too.”