Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I let out a laugh. “You’re terrible.”
“You love it,” he told me, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me to him.
“Not that I’d ever admit that to you.”
He kissed me again and started backing me up towards the desk. When I felt it at the backs of my thighs, I put my hands against his chest to stop him. “Don’t even think about it,” I told him sternly, though a smile kept trying to break free.
“C’mon, Diana. Jessie already thinks that’s what we’re doing.” He began to kiss along the column of my neck, trying to seduce me.
I swatted at him. “No. We’ve got plans tonight, which means we need to take care of business today. We’ve got a new shipment coming in and I don’t want there to be any problems.”
Ethan relented and we settled down for the next hour, talking about the shipment of drugs we were supposed to get in. Ethan had trucks come in from all over to drop off drugs at his diner. Now, we used The Cut not only to store the excess of those drugs, but to take shipments of its own. We’d only just gotten to this point, so I wanted to make sure things went smoothly.
When we were finishing up, Ethan stood and leaned over the desk towards me. “Sure I can’t interest you in some fun before I go?”
I considered giving in. Even after months of being together, he still managed to make my toes curl, but I resisted the temptation. “No. I told you, we’ve got plans tonight and I want them to be extra special.”
“So I have to suffer for it?” he complained, still mostly teasing.
I shrugged. “The best things are worth waiting for. In part, because you had to wait for them.”
He gave up and grumbled about patience and other worthless things as he left. I laughed a little at him as he went, hoping my little surprise for him tonight would be just as good as I thought it was.
# # #
After The Cut had been closed up for the night, I headed home. I still lived at my place and Ethan at his, though we had extended sleepovers periodically. At first I’d been careful about letting him near my son, but as it turned out, Ethan could be decent to kids. They’d hit it off and Ethan even taught Cody a few card tricks.
But tonight, Cody wasn’t home. I walked in to an empty apartment, shucking off my coat and hanging it by the door. Then I toed off my shoes and headed for the shower, stripping off my pants and shirt as I went. I wanted to get cleaned up before Ethan got here.
I washed thoroughly and shaved every inch of me before getting out. I brushed my teeth, redid my makeup, and put on a slinky black dress that was starting to get just a little too tight on me. I smiled as I thought of why.
“This is going to be good,” I told my reflection.
The door knocked and I heard it open. “Diana, it’s me.” It was Ethan, which I’d figured. He was the only one besides Jessie and Louis who just came in without waiting for me to answer.
“Coming,” I called, then spritzed perfume lightly down my cleavage before heading to join him in the living room.
“Hey, don’t you look like something delicious,” Ethan commented, dragging his eyes over my dress.
“I thought you might like it.”
“I do. Definitely worth the wait.” He came to me, his hands instantly going to my hips. He dragged me against him and began kissing along my neck, just as he had earlier that day. But he paused suddenly and asked, “Where’s Cody?”
I laughed. Cody was the only person that could keep Ethan’s pants on. Everyone else, he wasn’t shy around. Hell, if they didn’t freak out and I didn’t tell him not to, he’d usually let them watch if they wanted.
He’s such an exhibitionist.
“He’s with Louis tonight,” I told him, smiling.
Louis had gone from goon to uncle in a very short amount of time. Instead of leaving Cody at daycare or with babysitters where Ethan felt he was vulnerable, Louis had become a bit of a babysitter himself. I’d been hesitant at first, but now it wasn’t a big deal. Louis was like Jessie. There was a deep trust there.
“Good,” Ethan told me, then began to kiss me again.
He kissed me everywhere he could, his hands sliding up my body to grab my breasts over the fabric of the dress. I moaned a little, though they were swollen and sore. It still felt wonderful.
He maneuvered me back towards the couch until the back of my knees caught it. I went down with a laugh and Ethan crawled over me, his mouth finding my cleavage.