Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He stops to rub. “We’re getting married right away. I know you probably want a Catholic wedding and for your mom to come, so I won’t drag you to the courthouse tomorrow, but we’re not waiting. I want you to be Mrs. LaTorre by the end of next month.”
How old-fashioned and sweet. I’m guessing he wants us married before I start to show. Protecting my honor, as if anyone believed in that anymore.
“Do you ever take no for an answer?” I ask.
He massages the back of my head, strokings his hand up my spine. “Not when I really want something. Are you going to call my mom again to get what you want?”
I laugh and look over my shoulder at him.
He arches a sexy brow. “That was a low blow, Sophie.”
“Yeah, well I figured if there’s one person who has influence on a Made Man, it’s his mother.”
Joey snorts, and his thumb slides between my ass cheeks, following the line of the G-string. “If I were you, I’d be very careful how I wield that power.”
My nipples harden at the threat. I wiggle my butt.
“Oh you still want more? Okay.” He starts spanking again. “Let’s talk about my mother for a minute.”
Oh boy.
He keeps up steady, hard smacks. Thrilling, stingy, heat-inducing smacks. “You do not ever take relationship advice from my mother. Capisce?”
“Capito, capito,” I giggle, wriggling over his lap. I’m turned on beyond belief, ready for something more than the foreplay of spanking.
“And do not enlist her in any battle against me.” He keeps spanking me.
“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”
Joey chuckles and massages my smarting ass. “Good girl.” He rolls me off his lap and onto my back and climbs over me.
I work the buckle on his belt. “What else are you going to dictate, bossman?”
He nuzzles into my neck and nips me. “No panties in bed.”
I laugh softly. I get his zipper down and free his erection. I love that we don’t have to use condoms anymore.
“No massaging other men.”
I grip the base of his cock and guide it to my entrance. “That’s my livelihood.”
He shakes his head. “I’m your livelihood.” He shoves into me.
I throw my head back on a cry. I would argue, but he’s making all the butterflies in my belly take off all at once. As much as I may have rebelled against it, the truth is, I love the idea of this iron-willed man taking care of me. Controlling me.
It only works because I trust Joey. I know he’d do anything to accommodate me. Even give up his own family–something I will never ask of him.
I rock my hips to meet his and smile up at him. “Fine, no male clients. What else you got?”
“Hmm.” His lids droop. “I get to spoil you, rotten.”
“Ooh, that’s a real hardship. I don’t know. Let me think about that one.”
He pinches my nipple as he rocks steadily into me, filling me and retreating. “We’re going to start with a new car. My wife and baby are not riding around in that eight-year-old Honda Civic. Something safe. I’m thinking the Mercedes-Maybach SUV.”
I laugh. “Very practical.”
“It is.” He pulls out. “Roll over. I want to see that red ass of yours again.”
I roll over and lift my hips, hollowing my lower back.
“Mmm. Yes. So hot.” He pushes into me from behind and grasps my nape in that authoritarian way of his.
My brain scrambles completely as I surrender to his control. He rides me, rhythmically at first, then mounting in speed until the bed bounces and shakes, slams against the wall.
“Come for me, baby,” he chokes. He shoves in twice more and stays, releasing into me. My muscles contract around his cock, milking every last drop, celebrating our union. “That’s it,” he purrs, gliding slowly in and out, wringing a few aftershocks out of me. “You feel so good.”
He blankets my body with his and rolls us to our sides, still connected. “A house.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to buy you a house in Forest Hill.”
“This place is nice. I like it.”
“You’re getting a house. A fucking mansion. My family’s gonna be set up like royalty.”
I laugh. “You’re the boss.”
“That’s right.” His deep rumble warms me to my bones. “Don’t forget it.”
Chapter Nineteen
Joey
Two days later, we drive Sophie’s new Mercedes SUV to Al’s house. He’s home from the hospital, although still recuperating from some brutal headaches.
Carmen greets us at the door and gives us both a hug then leads us to the master bedroom, where Al lies propped up with pillows, looking sour. The heavy brocade curtains are drawn, and the room is dark and quiet, the large plasma television silent on the wall opposite the bed.
“Hey, bro.” Al winces, and I lower my tone. “I’ll bet you’re happy to be at home.”
“Damn straight. I’ll be glad when these headaches are gone, too.”