Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Okay, baby, you focus on the party.” I doubt she realizes that I didn’t commit. I can multitask on my worst days. No way am I letting up now, not when I’ve started the ball rolling.
My mind was on that shit, but my body decided to go off on its own. First, it was the feel of her in my arms, then it was her scent, the combination was not to be taken lightly, but then she looked into my eyes with all that angst and heat and lust and uh, Sun Tzu ain’t got shit for that.
She was taking me down before I’d braced myself or come up with a good enough reason to pull away, and I found my one weakness, the only chink in my armor. I told myself I gotta do better than this even as our lips met. My hand moved beneath her top to settle on the heated flesh of her waist while the other wrapped around her protectively.
By the time my tongue slipped into her mouth, I’d all but forgotten my damn name. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll research how the hell to combat this power of hers, but for now, I let myself drown in her softness, my heart betraying me once again as it only cared about what she wanted.
We were both a bit more relaxed this time around. Our fumbles as we helped each other get undressed were more playful than bungling missteps. Have you ever held something in your hands so precious that you’d die if you lost it? That’s how I felt as I ran my lips and tongue over her.
I experimented with tastes and sounds, listening to her body as I searched out and found new places of pleasure. There’s a spot high up on her inner thigh that makes her coo. When I run the tip of my finger over her clitoral lobe, her legs shake, so I did it again. When I teased that same place with my tongue, her back arched, but when I sucked it between my teeth with the lightest of pressure, she came off the bed with a scream.
I reminded myself that everyone else was in bed and that our rooms weren’t close enough to hear what was going on in each other’s. I opened her up with my fingers after I was done tormenting her sensitive clit, but things didn’t get much better when I dipped my tongue in her either. This time, she almost scalped me.
She came on my tongue, flooding my mouth with her essence, and I smiled because I was enjoying it as much as she was. Then she apologized, and I laughed because she’s just so damn cute. She had no idea what giving her this was doing to me. It’s more than a distraction, something to take her mind off of what’s going on; it was like a rebirth for both of us.
I tried pulling back when I realized where my thoughts were going, but once again, she came in under my guard, pulling my head up from between her thighs to push her tongue past my lips as she used her much tinier body to roll mine. “My turn!”
“Show me what you got.”
FELIX
This is now twice in less than a week that I’ve had the law at my door, and there’s a heavy sense of ominousness in the air. Things are moving at a rapid pace, and I can’t help but think that Becky has a point when she says that this is all the machinations of the Russo family. That being said, it doesn’t mean that they’re wrong.
“Felix, do something.” Becky looked scared, and I’m having a hard time sticking to my role of caring husband. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll call the lawyer.” I opened the door to let the officers in, not sure what I was supposed to tell them. Are they supposed to know that we were expecting them?
“Officers.”
“Are you Mr. Fontane?”
“I am; what can I do for you?”
“Mr. Fontane, is there a Rebecca Fontane living here?”
“Yes, there is, Becky.” She had a look of betrayal on her face, but I can’t say that I cared. Victoria had already disappeared, so she didn’t get to see her mother being cuffed or hear the racket that ensued as she was dragged kicking and screaming from the house.
I’m not familiar with law enforcement and how they do things, but I’m pretty sure someone of our financial standing is usually given the option to turn themselves in with a lawyer; they didn’t do any of that, just read her her rights and took her away. I felt somehow like this was the beginning of the end. The sequence of events the Russos had set in motion seemed to be on a runaway train with no brakes, and I get the feeling that if I don’t get my act together soon, that train’s going to run me over as well. The problem is, I think I deserve it.