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)
Riggs – I’ll be by after work, be in the kitchen with no panties. Bring icing.
Oh, shit.
Yes.
My legs clench in anticipation.
Eve – Yes boss.
I put my phone away and once again, I carry the silly smile on my face that I can’t seem to get rid of. I feel like I’m walking on water, like the world around me is floating.
God, snap out of it, Eve.
“Eve.”
I finally got myself distracted with my cake when I hear my voice being called. I look up to see Giorgio walking into the kitchen. Ramona is behind him, and she gives me a “sorry” expression. As if she has it in her to stop my family from doing anything.
I glance at my brother, who I haven’t spoken to since the failed dinner with our parents. He is dressed well, as always, and his face is stony and straight to the point. Just for something different.
“I wondered how long it would take you to come and tell me you’re sorry,” I say, placing a little leaf I made out of fondant on a cupcake.
“I’m not here to tell you that.”
I pause and glance at him. “Then why are you here, GG? It’s more than clear that you and I don’t have anything to talk about. You’ve made your feelings known.”
“I’m here because Stefano is causing problems, and I want to know what you know about that.”
“Stefano? I doubt it.”
“He’s hanging around with bad people, and he came home last night with a black eye. He looks like he’s using, and I’m not going to have that affect my business. What is our brother up to? I know you know.”
I snort and wipe my hands on my apron. “I don’t know, actually. Stefano is a grown adult and has his own life. If he wanted me to know something, I’m sure he’d come and tell me. I don’t know who he is hanging around with, and I doubt he’s using drugs, but I’ll talk to him. Now, is there anything else?”
“You’re hanging around bikers, why?”
“Sweet Jesus, I’m not hanging around anyone, they own the garage next door.”
“They’re bad men, Evelina. You’ll end up in trouble.”
“Thanks for your concern, big brother, but I’m fine on my own. Dad met the president and he liked him, so there.”
I fight the urge to poke my tongue out at him.
“I don’t like how you’re behaving right now,” Giorgio growls.
“Thank you.”
He makes a frustrated sound. “When are you going to grow up?”
I glare at him. “When you stop telling me to. As always, you fail to see what I’ve actually done with myself. You’re stuck on this idea that I should be this mature businesswoman walking around like I’ve got a stick jammed up my ass, wearing a suit that is probably so hot I’d get boob chafe. No, GG, that’s not me. Get used to it.”
“You’re a fucking child,” he snaps, turning and walking out.
“Nice talk,” I call out after him.
He disappears, and a second later Ramona rushes in. “That didn’t go well then?” she asks.
I snort. “Nope.”
“When did he stop being so fun? He used to be fun.”
She’s right.
He did.
Now he’s so serious he has forgotten how to smile.
I miss my brother, and I want him back.
“OH, MY GOD,” I WHIMPER, arching on the kitchen counter as Riggs devours my nipples that are coated in icing, just like he asked.
He is sucking and licking, driving me completely insane.
I’m lying back, elbows by my sides, legs spread wide and curled around his back. He’s leaning over the counter, destroying every piece of me. He’s already licked long and hard between my legs, bringing me to orgasm twice, before he moved up my body in a sweet trail until he reached my nipples. There, he coated them in icing and sucked every single inch off.
When he’s done, he stands up, and I look up at him, flushed and panting, and watch as he licks the icing off his finger, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You ready for me, baby?”
God, I love it when he calls me that.
I glance at his throbbing cock, and nod frantically. He pulls a condom out, slides it on, and then instructs me to get on my feet and bend over the counter. I move quickly, doing exactly what he asks. I bend over the counter and expose my ass to him. He takes both cheeks in his hands and then he’s fucking me. He slams me against that counter like it’s the last fuck he’ll have.
I scream.
He grunts.
And it’s so fucking good I find myself two orgasms deep by the time he finds his own release.
He leans down and presses his lips to my shoulder, sweeping my hair aside and kissing the back of my neck.
I tremble.
I can’t get enough of this man. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.