Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“I wanted you to follow your dreams,” my mom says and then hugs me again. Of course she did.
“Thank you.” I kiss her on the cheek.
“I’m really starting to like this Miller guy if he’s got Pumpkin coming home,” Cookie chimes in.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” I admit.
“He just gave you the final push?” Cookie asks, and I nod.
We get to work prepping the food for tomorrow, and a little while later my phone chimes. I grab it so fast Cookie bursts into laughter, but I ignore her as I swipe to see what he sent.
Miller: I’ve missed you. Come stay the night with me.
I bite my lip, tempted to do it, but there’s still so much to be done.
Miller: There are things we need to discuss.
My stomach drops. “That’s never a good sign,” Cookie says from beside me, and I elbow my sister for reading my texts over my shoulder.
Me: Can we talk about them tomorrow when you come for Thanksgiving?
“Oh, good call. If he wanted to end it, he wouldn't come over for Thanksgiving.”
“That’s what I was thinking too,” I admit as I wait for him to message back.
Miller: I’m out front.
Well, I guess that answers that question. I bite the inside of my lip, worried about what he wants to talk about.
“Go talk to him,” Cookie pushes.
I wash my hands and take my apron off before I walk to the front door. When I open it, I see a black town car sitting in front of the house, and Miller gets out and holds the door open for me. When I slide in, I see he already has the partition up so the driver can't hear or see us. When he gets in after me, he shuts the door behind him and immediately pulls me into his lap.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
With those four words I know he’s not breaking anything off, and I’m relieved. He drove here to have a few stolen moments with me because he missed me that much. His mouth is all over me, and then I feel the car moving. I don’t ask where we’re going, because all I can think about is Miller’s mouth on my body. In seconds he has my pants off and moves me to straddle his lap. He kisses me as he frees his cock and then fills me in one hard thrust. He lets out a loud groan as I squeeze around him, not realizing how much I needed this connection.
“You're always so wet for me.”
He’s not wrong. The moment I saw him, my excitement began to spread. And right now I might be on top of him, but Miller is in control. His hands on my hips lift me up and bring me down on his thick, swollen length. It’s impossibly bigger than before, and with each thrust I swear he’s growing. He says something in Russian, and while I don’t understand it, it sounds so freaking hot that I clench and grind down on him.
“Play with your clit, krasota.” I do as he tells me, already so close to my orgasm. “Give me your pleasure,” he orders, and I come undone in his arms.
His warm release spills inside of me, and it spurs my orgasm on harder. Feeling him cum in me is so hot I bear down on him so he can’t escape. I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath as the throb of him makes aftershocks roll through me.
“I missed you,” I tell him.
“I missed you too.” He plays with my hair. “You smell like sweets.”
“I’ve been prepping for tomorrow. It’s why I can’t stay with you tonight.” As much as I want to, I want tomorrow to be perfect.
“But tomorrow night?” The hand he has in my hair tightens. “I do not like sharing.”
“I’m all yours.”
“You are already all mine,” he says against my throat, and I smile.
When I snuggle into his chest, I realize he smells different. There’s a faint scent of perfume and I don’t like it. I think about the woman I saw him with earlier today and I’m close to saying something about it. But when I lean back and look into his eyes, I know that it’s not guilt I see, but sadness and need.
“How did everything go today?” I’ve decided to trust Miller, and I know that whatever that was, it wasn’t what it seemed, and I’ll let him tell me when he’s ready.
“I saw my mother and father. They will never change.” His voice is resigned, and I’m guessing that’s why he seemed sad.
“I’m sorry.” I don’t want to think about not having my parents, and my heart aches for him.
“Don’t be sorry. I let them go a long time ago. Frost and I felt we owed them a meeting today, but it’s the same bullshit.”