Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Angel: OH MY GOSH! I’m so happy for you. I knew nursing you back to health would make it happen. Along with something else tonight too ;)
Me: That fire inside you, I’m going to watch it light up.
Angel: It’s a good thing I’m clocking out and heading home then.
Me: I’m leaving in the next thirty minutes. See you there.
Angel: I’ll be waiting.
That puts a pep in my step. I don’t want her at home waiting on me, not if I can help it. I close everything out, lock my office, and leave early for the first time in fucking ever.
TWELVE
GIANA
I pull into the garage, parking my car next to Drake’s SUV, and shake my head. The way he texted, I assumed I’d be home before him, not that I should be surprised. That crazy person who keeps calling still to this day is really cutting into both of our time. Drake being on high alert non-stop and in his whole ‘I’m not coming until we have sex’ thing has been hard, no pun intended. That’s why today I don’t care what he says. I’ll jump him if he doesn’t give in. I get out of my car, make my way inside, and Drake is sitting on the barstool at the kitchen island.
“Hey, you’re home earlier than you thought,” I say to him, making my way towards him, needing his lips on mine after a twelve-hour shift.
“You said you were on your way home. You hadn’t called my house that yet. I liked that you did. Angel, you gotta know that was the best part of my day. Not being released from dealing with this shoulder. You calling this house your home, it settled deep in my bones. Even if or when this crazy-ass caller stops, or we find him or her, I don’t want you to leave.”
My arms wrap around his shoulders. His legs open for me to wedge myself between them. “Then you should know I love it just as much as you do. Being able to fall asleep in your arms, waking up there. It’s the best feeling ever, even when you clam jam me,” I joke with him.
“Jesus, have you been hanging out with Bridger?” I shake my head no, and he continues, “I’m glad you like that too, because I’m not going to ever want you to leave my sight, Giana.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t want to be out of your sight then.” I wink. Drake takes that as his in to kiss me, and I feel his soft lips touch mine, his tongue sneaking past my own. He deepens it the moment I moan. Our tongues collide, both of us wanting to give everything we have.
“God, Drake,” I moan in between our kisses. When he bites my bottom lip, I’m done waiting. I pull away from him, grab his hand, and lead him upstairs to the master bedroom. There’s no way I’m waiting another minute to feel him deep inside me.
“In a hurry?” Drake questions.
“Yes, I figured you’d be as hot and bothered as me. Maybe all that getting me off and not letting yourself come backfired on you?” I throw that little tidbit over my shoulder.
“Oh, it didn’t, but I’m not going to rush and be a one-minute man either,” he replies huskily.
“This is not a Missy Elliot song. There will be none of that.” We make it to the bedroom, and I’m already stripping out of my clothes. That past few weeks has been hell, he’s given me everything except his cock. Choosing to withhold his own please, even when we’ve showered together, he held back. He did have me give him a performance while we were in there. It was so hot, I’m pretty sure my legs were spaghetti after that.
I watch as Drake strips. He’s in his usual Nighthawk polo, worn and faded jeans, and is barefoot. The smoldering glances he’s giving me as I take off my work clothes let me know he’s not going to back down this time.
“You’re doing the work today, angel. I hate like hell that you are and that I can’t toss you around, fuck you like I know you’ll like. That will have to wait though.” His words are dripping with desire, much like his cock is right now. My mouth salivates for a taste of it, finally. If Drake holds back from me again, I’m liable to tie him to the bed and have my wicked way with him.
“I never said I wouldn’t mind doing the work.” Drake lies flat on his back on the bed. He fists his cock, stroking it from base to tip. He’s deprived not only me but himself for far too long.
“Then get up here. I want your mouth on my dick and my tongue inside your cunt.” His words should shock me, but they don’t. Drake has had everything inside of me besides his cock. Shit, he’s even getting me used to the idea of anal. He was going down on me the other night in the shower. My foot was resting on the edge of the bench, his tongue deep inside me when his finger hit that forbidden spot, slightly pushing in before retreating. My orgasm was right on the edge when he went deeper. It tipped me right over the edge, leaving me craving more.