Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Good girl.” He slides his fingers slowly inside of me. “I want you to do nothing but feel me enjoying you, your taste, your moans, everything about your lovely little pussy.”
“Okay, I can do that.” He spreads me wider, fingers moving in and out, curling devilishly, driving me insane. “That definitely helps.” He licks my clit, sucking me, driving me insane. “You’re really hell-bent on spoiling me tonight, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely,” he purrs. “Asteraki mu. My wife.” He slides his fingers faster and I’m so soaking wet I can fucking hear them slicking in and out. God, it’s filthy, so fucking disgusting, and I move my hips in time with his lips and mouth as he licks me.
I’m barreling along the edge. I’m right there, moaning his name. This is so wrong—I’ve never done anything like this before, not with a guy sitting like two feet away on the other side of a privacy screen—but now that Evander’s down there between my legs, I can’t stop. He purrs his delight and that only drives me wild. He’s wining and dining me tonight—no pun intended—and I don’t understand why, but I also don’t care.
It feels good. Not just him licking my clit, but also being out with him, being seen with him.
Being his.
I grip him tight. “Keep going,” I whisper, panting, mouth hanging open. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispers. “I want this, asteraki mu. I want your lovely moans, your taste, your everything. Do you have any idea how proud I am to have you on my arm? God, you fucking kill me.”
“And you kill me too, now shut the hell up because I’m close.” I tilt my head back, gasping. “Fuck, Evander, oh, fuck.”
He sucks me with a fervor, with a passion, fingers doing their dirty work, and I explode against his mouth. I explode in a twitching, drooling mess, my brain a fuzzy wreck, and when I’m done he comes up to kiss me. I kiss him back, greedy for more. He puts his fingers in my mouth and I taste myself on them, licking them clean.
“Good girl,” he says. “Good wife. Very, very good.”
“You’re a bastard, you know that?” I grin and bite his lower lip. “I have a feeling you aren’t finished with me.”
“Not even close.” He pulls me into his lap. “Tonight, I am going to treat you like you’re my real wife. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Probably not,” I confess. “But I’m willing to try.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs and kisses me.
Chapter 53
Camille
I wake up feeling refreshed and happy. There’s a pleasant glow that hangs around for a while after a night of really good sex—and last night was really good. I’m guessing my post-orgasm floaty-feeling is going to last all day, and if I’m lucky, Evander might keep that going into tomorrow.
Except he’s not in bed with me. I touch his pillow—it’s cold. Which means he must’ve left a while ago. That man works too damn much.
I close my eyes, smiling slightly, unwilling to let this little wrinkle ruin my solid vibes.
Last night was absolutely fantastic. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to treat me like this wife. That beast was absolutely insatiable in a way he hadn’t been before. It was like one taste and he needed to devour me, toes to teeth. Orgasm after orgasm for both of us, and when I thought he was through, his cock somehow got hard again and he was fucking me into sweet oblivion.
I yawn and stretch. Some men are freaks of nature. Evander might be a sex freak of nature. It shouldn’t be physically possible, the stamina that man possesses. But then again, I can’t complain. There’s a dull ache between my legs and I’m tired. I’ll pay for that good time, but heck, I’d gladly pay that price a thousand times over.
I just wish he hadn’t left early.
But I understand. I got the sense something big happened with the war that he didn’t want to talk about. I don’t know what that means for me—if Christopher is dead, or if he’s on the run, or if the entire Pavone Famiglia is destroyed, or what—but I figure I’ll find out soon.
I close my eyes and think about drifting off for a little longer. It’s not like I have anything to do. I’m not going into the diner until all my troubles are ironed out, which means the only thing I have in abundance is time.
Evander’s smell, his taste, the blissful feeling of him between my legs, it lingers in the air. I breathe deep, in and out, nice and slow, my hands sliding between my thighs. I don’t know what’s coming over me, but I’m fucking horny. I wiggle my hips as I think about what he did to me—tongue, hands, cock, spit and cum—and gently tease myself. “Evander,” I whisper, loving the sound of his name on my lips. “Evander, Evander.”