Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
The last thing I wanted was food. “No.” I cupped his cheeks and directed his stare to mine. “I want you to make love to me.”
His eyes danced with a hint of arousal, and his hand slid into my hair with a bit of aggression, as if I’d just said the magic words. “Your wish is my command.” He lifted me into the air and carried me to the couch, the closest piece of furniture that could hold both of us. He laid me down before he pulled off my shoes, jeans, and thong. He left everything above the waist on, only interested in what was below the hips. He pushed his boxers down next and revealed his pulsating cock, the biggest dick I’d ever fucked. He wrapped his fingers around his length and pumped a few times before he settled between my legs. He propped one of my legs over the back of the couch and pinned the other back, making my foot press against the coffee table. I was open far and wide, and he slid inside without any objection.
My palms pressed against his chest, and I looked into his eyes as he started to move. My conversation with Vanessa was forgotten as I watched this man make love to me. His powerful body worked hard to pump inside me, and the sex noises our bodies made together filled the living room. The smell of dinner was in the air, but neither one of us cared about the food that was ready to be eaten.
All we cared about was this.
“Babe, right there.” My nails clawed into his ass, and I guided him to the right spot, the button that was making my legs shake.
He moaned when I said his nickname. His eyes always reacted when I said it because he never got used to it. His hands dug into my hair, and then he kissed me, giving me a slow embrace that matched his deep and even strokes. He breathed into my mouth before he whispered to me, “I love you, Beautiful.” He pumped into me three times. “Fuck, I love you.”
I didn’t fight it anymore. When I felt the love inside my chest, I let it out. “Babe, I love you so much…so damn much.”
Bosco and I didn’t talk about the future of our relationship again. He seemed confident that I wouldn’t leave, that the three-month mark would come and go without consequence. That put him in a good mood, loving and devoted any time I walked through the door. He seemed to be softer than he used to be, more relaxed now that he let out the feelings he’d been harboring inside his chest. He was distinctly different toward me than he was with everyone else, even Ronan. He was his rough and cold self all the same.
When I came home from work, he was dressed in a full suit.
That only meant one thing. He was going to work.
I hated the nights he was gone from the penthouse. It forced me to stay up way later than I would like, watching mindless TV while I waited for the elevator to beep with his arrival. Just that alone was enough reason we didn’t have a future together. If I were home with our children, I would never feel safe if he was gone all night. I would feel even more vulnerable taking care of our kids without him there to protect all of us.
It would never work.
Bosco wore that lopsided grin. “Bad day?”
“No. But I’m about to have a bad night.” I grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss, smothering him with affection the way a wife would smother her husband. “It would be amazing if you were home by midnight. Two or three in the morning is just unbearable.”
“I’m not working tonight.”
“Then where are you going?”
“We are going to dinner. I put a dress for you on the bed.”
The two of us never went out anywhere. We had all our meals at the penthouse and spent our time screwing and talking. “Dinner?”
“Yes. I want to take you out.”
The upside to that was I could order whatever I wanted, like something covered in cheese. The downside to that was being in public. I didn’t want to be seen with Bosco anywhere, just in case someone recognized me. “Where are we going?”
“Giovanni’s.”
That wasn’t a restaurant that had a distribution relationship with the winery, so it was probably safe. The people there shouldn’t know my father. “Alright. Let me change.” I kissed him again just because I enjoyed it so much before I walked into the bedroom and changed. I slipped on the heels sitting out for me and pulled on the deep blue dress. I fixed my makeup and hair then walked to the elevator.
Bosco opened a large black coat and wrapped it around me. The buttons were made of shiny gold, and he buttoned each one to make sure I was warm in the twenty pounds of cotton that he wrapped around me. He took my hand and pulled me into the elevator.