Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Her eyes were closed as she dug her nails into his shoulders, riding out her orgasm. Dick inside her as far as it would go, he held still. Partly because he needed her looking at him once more but more so because he would embarrass himself if he didn’t allow a few seconds to regroup.
He nipped her chin and got those incredible eyes back on him. “Eyes on me, baby. Watch me as I fuck you. Don’t let your gaze drop from mine because I’m about to claim what’s mine.”
Kenan withdrew until the head of his dick remained in her pussy and paused, eyes locked on hers. Waiting to see if she listened. When she didn’t so much as blink, he slammed forward with a hip thrust.
Chapter 3
Jo worried her lower lip in her teeth as she stared at her phone. The annoying tapping noise pulled her from her musings as she realized that she had been creating that sound. Her nails were drumming a quick cadence on the iridescent dragon scaled phone case.
She looked around at the people who were all enjoying their vacation. Like she’d been doing. Before she went and robbed the fucking cradle. With a heavy sigh, she stared at her breakfast of Creole-based fry jacks, scrambled eggs, Chaya, breakfast sausage and more.
No denying her hunger. Last night—and into this morning—Kenan had worked her in ways no other man had even come close to doing. He’d wrung so many orgasms from her, she honestly wasn’t sure she could have come again. But he’d been relentless in his demands and she had. More than once.
She’d bolted while he’d been in the shower, after pretending to be sleeping. Then she’d run. Even hopped on a bus and went to another part of the city, so he wouldn’t step out of the hotel and see her.
Staring at the phone screen, she took a deep breath and pushed the button for the number she would be calling. As it rang, she adjusted her earbud and picked up her fork, stabbing at the delicious food on her plate, that she’d yet to taste. After two rings, she ended the call. Eating and drinking, she worried her lower lip before doing it again.
“What’s wrong? And don’t you dare hang up on me.”
Jo flattened her lips as she heard Emily’s familiar voice on the line. She’d not spoken to her since their big blowup over her racist parents and Emily’s own behavior to the man she had now married. A wedding she’d not attended.
Hell, she’d not even taken into consideration the time difference. Was it night there?
I’m a shit friend. If I can be considered a friend at all.
“Jo? What’s wrong?”
Tears burned her eyes. Gods she missed her friend so fucking much. And she’d been a shit one.
“Dang it, Jo! Talk to me or I’ll have Femi track your daggum phone and find you.”
“I’m here.” A smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she listened to her friend, who wasn’t much of a swearer, do what she considered a ‘bad word’ in conversation.
“What’s wrong? Who do I need to kill? I’m fine with lending out the husband to do such things.”
“I miss you.” The words were blurted in a rush.
A pregnant pause. “I miss you too.” The sigh was heavy. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to bother you with my problems.” She shook her head. Emily had enough problems on her own, dealing with the reemergence of her cancer.
“Femi!” The screech was loud enough for Jo to wince and wish she could pull away from the sound. “We have to leave. Something’s wrong with Jo but she’s not telling me anything. Track her phone.”
Emily’s tone was one hundred percent teacher and she didn’t doubt that the man himself was getting ready to head out and track her phone. She sipped her coffee, needing the bracing jolt of caffeine.
The chuckle couldn’t be stopped. “I’m fine, Em. No need to send in the calvary.”
“Talk to me.”
“I fucked Kenan.”
The silence stretched on to the point Jo reached for her phone and stared at the screen to make sure she’d not had the call dropped.
“I’m going to need to have you start at the beginning and then tell me why you sound like this is a bad thing.”
“He’s a fucking baby.” A groan. “And I fucked him.”
“You’re both consenting adults, Jo. And from the way he’s looked at you since the day we met him, it’s not like he didn’t want you as much as you did him.”
“You don’t get it, Em.” She slowly chewed a bite of her delicious breakfast.
“I’m not seeing what the problem is, Jo.”
“He’s younger than me. Can we please table that and you tell me how you’re doing? Just for a bit forget what I said, then we can get back to raking me over the coals.”