Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I wiggle my brows.
“Tell me more,” she breathes, sipping her wine.
“He’s the President, and man, that guy knows how to fuck. God, is that too crude?”
She waves a hand. “No way, tell it like it is, sister. What’s this man’s name?”
“Cash Riggs. Can you believe it?”
She snorts. “That’s his name?”
“Yep. But don’t worry, there are plenty more where he came from.”
“I can’t wait.”
We talk and eat, laughing and bonding. She’s a great girl, and by the time the restaurant closes, we’re still chatting. We leave, only because we have to, and I give her my number, promising to call her so we can catch up again. She smiles happily and walks off, and I exhale with happiness and relief.
What a few days it has been.
Riggs and I are bonding in ways I didn’t think we would, and I just made a new friend.
Maybe this is it, maybe this is how it all wraps up in a nice bow.
Maybe, just maybe, the war is over and everything will go back to normal.
Yeah, it’s all finally coming together.
Eve for the win.
I knew I’d get there in the end.
12
I CLENCH MY EYES CLOSED, trying to hold in my muffled screams. Riggs devours my pussy like it’s his last meal. I clench his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp as I tremble. This man is insatiable; it’s like no matter how hard I try to avoid it, he’s back wanting more. To be fair, though, I can’t seem to avoid him even if I tried. I should, though. I’m that pathetic girl who comes running when he calls.
I need to play a little harder to get.
He’ll be bored soon and we’ll be back to ... what?
God knows.
I cum with force, and he stands from his position on the floor. I’m leaning back on my office desk, and I watch as he gets to his feet, the bulge in his jeans clearly ready to be freed and used. His phone rings and, with a growl, he jerks it from his pocket and turns, answering it. I watch as his gorgeous back is on full display for me to see.
“Talk to me, brother.”
I try to listen, but I can’t hear a thing, only Riggs’ end of the conversation.
“What? Fuck me. I’ll be there in two minutes.”
He hangs up the phone and turns, striding over to me still sitting on the desk, bare from the waist down. He walks over, curling his hand behind my head and bringing me forward for a long, but rough, kiss. Then he pulls back and growls, “I’ll finish this later.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He glances at me, and for a minute it almost seems like my question has thrown him. Like my concern for his wellbeing isn’t something he ever thought he’d hear from me. He nods sharply, almost as if he’s pissed off, and then he turns and walks out.
What the hell was that?
I get dressed and clean up my desk before going out to set up the café for the morning. Riggs plays on my mind until Gabe and Darcy come in for their shift. We get right to work, and the customers pile in. One of those customers includes Carmen, who I met last night. She rolls in looking beautiful and perfect, smiling with a radiance that is almost addictive. I feel for any man who falls in love with her—she’d probably crush his heart with one simple glance.
“I had to come in after our date last night.” She smiles when she reaches the counter. “I wanted to see the place you’ve created. It’s spectacular.”
I beam. “Thanks so much. Let me give you one of my cupcakes, you’ll love one. Do you like coffee?”
She laughs with an eye roll. “Do I like coffee?”
“Of course you do.” I chuckle. “I’ll bring you a treat, on the house. Take a seat, look around, there is plenty to see.”
She does just that, walking around and checking things out, admiring the cool retro pieces I have hanging on my walls, the jukebox, the stage, and all the amazing art that has been donated over the years. There is always something to look at when you come here, and that’s exactly how I want it.
I get my best cupcake of the morning, make Carmen my favorite caramel latte, and take it over to her when she finds herself a table near the window. I place it down, and she stares at it, eyes wide. “It’s going to take a good lot of running to work this off, but, man, that looks good.”
“It’s pretty sweet.” I laugh. “A few laps around the block will sort that out for you.”
She nods. “Oh, yes, I do love a good run.”
I stare at her. “I knew it.”
“What?”
“You were crazy. I wondered why you just came up and talked to me, and now you’re telling me you run? You have to be insane.”