Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Well, that’s just preposterous,” she scoffed. “That won’t ever happen.”
Etienne shrugged. “Leave.”
“Now,” Wake stepped up beside Etienne. “You’re not wanted here.”
She eyed the two men, looked at me, then shook her head. “I’ll figure this out eventually. And when I do, you’ll all be the ones to pay.” She looked over at me one more time and then said, “Especially you.”
Then she was gone.
I felt everyone’s attention turn to me, and knew that my face was showing every single emotion I’d ever felt when it came to her.
It was Etienne that snapped me out of my internal battle.
“You know,” Etienne said softly. “I can see the decision you’d make. But the difference between your dad and me? I’d have never put you in that situation in the first place.”
I felt a burning sensation in my chest that started to flow outwards.
Was this what love felt like?
Because it felt an awful lot like dying.
“Come on,” he urged. “Let’s get this donkey home.”
I licked my lips as I said, “I want to name it Hubert. Not Wonky Donkey.”
He squeezed my hand and led me to the driver’s side door of my van.
He opened the door, then picked me up by the waist and deposited me inside.
Only when I was fully buckled and ready to go did he say, “I’ll see you at home, darlin’.”
“Bye, guys!” I called to the rest of the group that hadn’t dispersed since my stepmother’s departure.
“Bye!” Cassius called. “Remember you like me, and you don’t like her!”
I snorted and called, “Maybe you need shaken up, too, Cassius!”
Cassius’ scowl was the last thing I saw as I pulled away.
• • •
I felt somewhat bad that the person that most fit the job was none other than Cassius’s torturer.
“I mean, obviously, you’re going to lose a little bit since she’s not willing to work anywhere but remotely,” I said. “But you don’t necessarily need that. You need someone to hold down the fort. And it looks like she can do that from where she’s located. She has excellent Wi-Fi, an office space, and though she’ll be keeping that other job as the gas station attendant since she does it for her father, I don’t think it’ll hinder her much.”
Honestly, she looked to be a great catch to me. Unfortunate for Cassius? Yes. But it sounded like she wouldn’t be getting into Etienne’s hair all that much since she wouldn’t be working directly with him.
“I’ll call her in the morning,” Etienne murmured as he rubbed his face tiredly. “Let’s go to bed.”
I was like a kid in a candy store when he bent over, lifted me up, and I came face-to-face with his jean-covered butt.
I poked it with a finger, finding it much harder than I would’ve thought.
“This one isn’t as fun,” I grumbled, poking it again to make sure.
He grunted out a laugh as he all but tossed me onto his bed.
I bounced a few times before sitting up and watching him start to undo his pants.
When he was completely naked and standing in front of me, soft for the first time since I’d met him, I was enamored.
“Let me touch it,” I ordered, wiggling my fingers like a prize was about to be handed to me.
He laughed and said, “I can’t promise it’ll stay soft. The moment that you’re in sight…”
It was already growing.
I licked my lips, and he groaned.
“Think about France… or something,” I suggested.
Then I reached forward and squished it.
I didn’t really know what I expected. But it was definitely better than I remembered when I got that first really good touch of it at my clinic.
Everything after that had happened so fast. There hadn’t been that much touching of flesh going on. Things had been fast and furious.
“I heard that you consume up to two cups a day of snot,” I said, hoping that hearing the weird, gross fact would cause him to soften.
It didn’t.
“Is that right?” he asked curiously. “How’s that?”
“It leaks from your nose and you swallow it is the short answer,” I explained. “Do you want the long answer?”
His penis was growing by the second.
In a few more measly heartbeats, there would be nothing at all that was soft about it.
I moved my hands to his balls and rolled them around in my palm, unsure about the feel of them.
It was tough.
On the one hand, they were smooth and slick, with a slight amount of hair on them to break up the smoothness. On the other hand, though, they were tight…
“I like my balls,” I heard him say humorously. “If you squeeze them, I’ll probably cry.”
I let them go, and moved back to his penis.
It was fully erect now, and it was an insane combination of silky smoothness and iron hardness.
I bent forward and licked it.
What I’d thought was hard before, only proved that it could get harder.