Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“So gorgeous,” he whispered as he pinched her nipples and gave them a twist.
She lifted almost off and then thrust back down, preferring the sensation of being impaled by him far more than the empty feeling she’d had when his erection had been lodged at her entrance.
“That’s it, Isla. Take what you need. Do what feels good.”
She arched her chest forward and tipped her head back as the need to come grew by the second. “Caesar…”
He slid his hands to her hips and held her down tightly against him, and that was it. She came hard, pulsing around his length, wishing she could bottle this moment up and keep it forever close to her heart.
A few seconds later, she grasped onto another even better moment when her man bucked his hips upward and groaned loud enough to shake the room as he found his own release.
Yeah, she was in the right place at the right time with the right people.
She’d never felt so satisfied or so lucky.
“Do you think they heard us?” she asked an hour later as they stepped out of the shower.
Daddy chuckled. “I don’t care. I’ve heard all the rest of them having sex from time to time. Payback is a bitch. The walls between these apartments aren’t paper thin, but they can’t quite contain the kind of moaning you were doing.”
She swatted at his chest playfully. “Me? What about you? The furniture shook when you came.”
He chuckled, the sound making it impossible to stop grinning. If she had her way, she would never stop smiling again.
“I need food, Little Fish. Stand still so I can fix your hair and get clothes on us.”
Her cheeks were flushed as she stared at herself in the mirror while her Daddy carefully combed through her wet hair, parted it, and braided it in two lengths behind her ears.
When he was done, he led her through the bedroom and into the playroom, where he left her standing so he could choose something for her to wear.
Isla loved these moments. She loved how he took care of everything, letting her simply be in her Little space.
Ten minutes later, they were both dressed and heading for the elevator. The rest of the fifth floor was quiet, so Isla assumed everyone had already gone to the basement.
The second the elevator opened in the basement, the silence was broken. Isla stepped off the elevator to a room filled with noise and chaos. The entire team and all the Littles were gathered around the huge table.
The surface was covered with bagels, danishes, donuts, and breakfast sandwiches. The Littles all had sippy cups of milk or juice. The Daddies had coffee. For a moment, Isla stood rooted to her spot, soaking it all in, so much love filling her that she was nearly overwhelmed.
When Daddy tugged on her hand to encourage her to move to the table, she snapped out of it but only partly—just enough to join the fray, take a seat, and let her Daddy fill her plate. He already knew what foods she liked and could put just the right amount in front of her. How did he know her so well?
She wouldn’t question it. She simply accepted it.
A sense of peace filled her.
And then a phone rang, breaking into the perfection that was the chaos of the room. Everyone stopped talking and moving.
Rocco rose from his seat and leaned over to reach for the conference phone in the middle of the table. “It’s Kingsley. He messaged me that he would call in this morning.”
Rocco connected the call, and a deep male voice with a British accent filled the room. “Good morning, everyone.”
Isla had never spoken to Kingsley, but she liked his voice. She’d also learned that no one in this room had ever met the elusive man who saved lives and played matchmaker.
A rumble of good mornings filled the giant basement in response.
“I was so glad to hear that everyone was safe after yesterday’s incident. I’m sorry a few of you were injured.”
“Nothing that will slow us down,” Hawking responded as he rubbed the bandage on his arm. He’d needed several stitches to close his wound, too.
“I don’t think anything could slow any of you down,” Kingsley responded with a hint of humor in his voice. “Let’s get right to business. I’ve done some digging and discovered that the two men who attacked you yesterday followed Isla all the way from Florida. They were informed about the map by one of the men Isla showed it to before she left the States. There’s no evidence that any other person or group was interested in the map besides those men. It’s my belief that Isla is now safe.”
Isla blew out a relieved breath. “Thank you, sir.”
“My pleasure, Little one. Welcome to the family.”
She was startled by his words and glanced around to find everyone smiling at her.