Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“I’ll let you in right now. If you tell me where we’re going,” I countered, grinding my pussy on his cock for good measure.
“Is that right?”
I nodded, smiling all proud of myself.
Our relationship changed even more in the last year. He was a different man when it came to me. He started working less, spending more time with me. Taking me out on dates like a real couple, spoiling me every chance he got. But none of that really mattered to me, I was happy just lying in his arms at night, feeling loved, even though he never said it to me. He didn’t have to, though. I felt it. I didn’t work full time, I just taught few a classes during the week, all age ranges. He scheduled whatever the hell he did with his days, when I was teaching, coming to pick me up in the limo more often than not. I cooked dinner for us almost every night, unless he was taking me somewhere to eat.
I even had several recipe books for Colombian food shipped to the penthouse, wanting to learn his favorites. The first time I cooked for him, I surprised him with Bandeja Paisa, a traditional Colombian dish. The tormented expression on his face when he saw the food was one I had yet to forget. I thought he would have been happy, but it was the exact opposite, he disappeared into his office after we were done eating without saying a word. I gave him his space wondering what put him in such a foul mood. Silently praying he would tell me what was wrong when he came to lay with me.
He didn’t.
I still woke up alone every morning, usually finding him in his office. I knew his demons were still there. Alive and present. They hadn’t gone away, but they didn’t matter to me anyway. When I was with him they subsided, his dark, soulless eyes replaced with the serene gaze I’d grown to expect.
And that was good enough for me.
“As tempting as your offer sounds…it’s called a surprise, Lexi. You will know when we get there. Now sit down and be a good little girl while I finish up some work.”
I kissed him, rubbing my fingers along his solid, muscular chest through his gray collared shirt. Leaning forward, making sure to put my breasts right in his face as I whispered in his ear, “Are you sure you know how to use that laptop? I know it’s before your time and stuff. You know… you old men have a hard time with technology and such. I don’t want you to hurt yourself before we even get there.”
I sucked in air when one of his hands gripped my hair from the nook of my neck, crudely tugging my head back. Nudging my torso, making me sway my hips on his cock.
“Why do you provoke me?” he rasped, clutching my hair harder.
“Because I can,” I sassed. He jerked my head back further by my hair.
Not in pain. In submission.
“Little girls who are bad, Lexi, don’t get to come. Now you don’t want that, do you?”
“Wait, what?” I tried sitting up straight, but he held me in place.
“And we both know how much you love to fucking come.” He grabbed my mouth with his free hand. “I want nothing more than to stick my cock in that saucy fucking mouth of yours. The one that never seems to know when to shut the fuck up. But I have work to do.”
He swiftly let go, setting me on the seat beside him. Grabbing his computer and going right back to work. That was Martinez, hot one minute and cold the next. I knew what battles to choose, this wasn’t one of them. There was a reason he was trying to occupy his mind. He’d been like this all morning. Lost in his own thoughts, no matter what I did or said there was no pulling him out of it. So I let him be for the rest of the flight, trying to keep my eyes on the movie and not what he was doing. Hoping that maybe he would tell me when he got there.
I must have fallen asleep sometime during the movie. When I woke up, we had landed. Martinez was on the phone, speaking Spanish to someone on the other end. His tone was neutral, but his demeanor screamed with tension. Ending his call, he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the airplane and down the stairs. As always, he had a limo waiting for us. The first thing I noticed was an arsenal of bodyguards, more than what we usually had when we went anywhere. I didn’t recognize any of their faces, other than Rick’s who was barking out orders. I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling settling in my stomach, paying attention to my surroundings instead. Holding onto Martinez’s hand so tight.