Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Holding her last night, feeling her body pressed against mine, it felt fucking good. Exactly how I always imagined it would feel. Being with her makes something inside me feel right again, and it terrifies me, especially knowing that she’s going to be risking her life in a matter of days.
I lost her once, not fucking sure I can do it again.
“Thanks for coming by,” Avi tells him, shifting in her chair. “I’ve thought about what you said, and I’d like to accept your offer. I’ll sign the business over, but it has to be done legally. Then, I’d like you to take the club members to the people who want to hurt me and have that sorted out.”
Fucking yeah we’ll sort that out.
I have wanted to get my hands on those fuckers since I found out what they wanted from Aviana.
Their day has come, and I’ll be the one taking them down.
Romeo nods. “I accept your terms; I can have it drawn up with my lawyer. You can accept whatever terms work for you. What percentage of the annual turnaround you’d like.”
Aviana glances at me, then back to Romeo. “I want twenty percent. The rest is yours.”
Romeo nods. “Done. Anything else?”
“There is something, actually.”
Romeo raises his brows, staring at her. “Please, state it.”
“I want to get to know you better. I don’t have any family left, as you know, and considering you’re my brother I’d like to have some kind of relationship with you, and your mother, if you’ll allow that.”
Romeo smiles. “I’d like nothing more. Consider it done.”
Aviana’s smile could just about light up the fucking room. “Well, then we have a deal.”
The two of them reach across the table and shake hands.
Romeo looks to me. “Can we schedule a meeting with your president to discuss how and when we will deal with the other problem?”
I can’t see Romeo as the kind of man to deal with anything, but he knows where these men are, and he knows how we can get to them. If he shows us the way, we can take it from there. I can’t imagine him getting his hands dirty. Doesn’t seem like the type.
“Come around this afternoon, we’ll discuss,” I say to him.
He nods and then stands. “I have to get to work, thank you both for speaking to me. Aviana, I’ll be in touch.”
She gives her brother a smile and when he’s gone, she turns to me. “How’d I do, boss?”
I snort. “You did better than I thought. You didn’t attack him once, or scowl, or call him a name.”
She laughs. “What sort of person do you think I am?”
“The feistiest one I’ve met.”
“Well,” she says with a grin, “I guess family might just soften me a little.”
“Not too soft, I hope,” I growl, taking her hand and putting it on my hardening cock.
Her cheeks grow red, and her smile grows devious. “You know, there’s a restroom here we could go sneak into. If you’d like to fuck me right now, that is?”
She squeezes my dick and I’m standing and moving before she can say anything more. I take her hand and pull her toward the restroom out the back of the café we’re in. The moment we get inside I have her against the wall, her skirt up, her panties aside, and my cock so fucking deep in her I can feel her warmth covering every inch. Her moans fill the small space and, fuck me, if it isn’t the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
I want her more than she could possibly understand.
She drives me fucking wild.
“Fuck me harder,” she gasps, tangling her fingers into my hair.
I do just that, fucking her until her moans turn into screams and the sounds of our skin slapping together can be heard echoing over and over again. She cums with a cry that makes my dick swell. I follow less than a minute after, growling her name as I find my release inside her. Fuck me.
Nothing like spontaneous sex.
Especially with a girl as wild as her.
I let her down when my cock finishes pulsing and she smiles up at me, her cheeks flushed. I love seeing her like this, looking like a fucking angel. I cup the side of her face without realizing. The gentle gesture makes her face harden, just a touch.
“What is it about me touchin’ you that makes you look at me like that?”
She swallows, and then looks away. “Fear.”
“Fear of what?”
She meets my eyes once more. “Fear of getting hurt again. I want you, Cohen, but I’m still holding some pain about what happened. I don’t want to ruin something that could potentially be good because I rush into it.”
“Get that,” I murmur. “We’ve got time.”
She nods. “Yeah, we do.”
“For what it’s worth,” I say, leaning down close, “I’ll never fuckin’ hurt you again, Aviana.”