Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“I got you all worked up just by being my sexy self, huh?”
My eyes fly open wide and shock paralyzes me for a moment before I finally find myself blurting out a harsh, “Get the hell out of here!”
Lucky flashes a wicked smile, and his gaze rakes over every inch of my naked body, so heavy I can practically feel his hands caressing me, his tongue sliding against my skin. “You sure?”
I nod. “How long were you standing there?” I was so wrapped up in getting off that I didn’t even hear the door open.
“The whole time. There’s something so fucking hot about watching a woman getting off.”
“Creeper,” I say in a voice that’s so husky and thick with desire I wince.
He shrugs, not at all put off by my words. “You got a show the other day, and now I want one.” He takes a step close, and dammit, my pussy clenches with want and need. “Damn good show, Princess.”
My heart races faster than it ever has before as he steps even closer to me. “Lucky,” I growl.
“You want me to finish you off? You looked so close it almost hurt to interrupt.” His smirk tells me he chose this moment perfectly just to fuck with me.
“You wish.”
“Maybe I do,” he says simply, his gaze never once leaving my body. “Maybe you do, too,” he says lightly as he finally turns away and heads toward the door, leaving it slightly ajar behind him.
Damn him.
I push down the disappointment, and I don’t think about why I wish he’d fought harder to stay, to finish me off, as he offered.
“Dammit, I’m losing my mind.” The door is open, but my body is desperate for release, and my need to come is more important than propriety.
“Fuck it,” I growl and pick up where I left off, imagining Lucky’s mouth doing wicked things to my pussy.
I lean against the cool glass of the shower and push my hips forward to expose my clit to the cool air, rubbing circles faster and faster.
“Ah, fuck,” I growl, thinking about his tongue slipping inside my pussy, his finger plunging deep in my ass while he moans his pleasure.
“Ahhhh!!” Seconds later, my orgasm rips through me like a hurricane, so powerful it drowns out my screams as wave after wave crashes over me.
After a few minutes of basking in post-orgasmic bliss, I reach for my lavender body wash, lathering up my body with luxurious suds that smell heavenly.
When I step out of the shower fifteen minutes later, I feel damn near reborn—relaxed, recharged, and oddly content.
I’m feeling like a million bucks, ready to conquer the day. Even Coco seems to sense the positive energy in the air as he wags his tail and runs circles around me. I take my time getting ready, putting on a fabulous outfit that makes me feel like a superstar. Even though we’re stuck inside the house, I put on makeup and style my hair.
Being cooped up here is a constant reminder of everything that’s wrong in my world. My dad’s missing, and the feds won’t give me any information about his whereabouts. He hasn’t even bothered to call home. But I refuse to let this ruin my day before it even starts.
A quick spritz of perfume, and I’m ready to face the day head-on. I know what I need to do. I need answers about my father’s shady business, and I know just where to get them. So I slide on my casual espadrilles to match my pink dress and make my way down the stairs, heart racing with anticipation.
I head toward Daddy’s office, which has always been off-limits to me. But today is different. I need to find out what he’s into to get a clue about where he might be. I push open the doors and step inside, taking in the dark décor, the imposing desk, and the leather furniture.
It feels like I’ve stepped straight into a James Bond movie.
I plop down in my dad’s chair, spinning around like a Bond girl. I survey the room, trying to figure out where to start. And then, like a beacon in the night, I see it. The hideous watercolor painting that’s hiding Daddy’s safe. I can almost hear the dramatic music swelling in the background.
“That’s where I’ll start,” I say out loud to no one but Coco, who looks up at me with his tongue hanging out as if to say, “I knew you’d figure it out, boss.”
I leap up from the chair, practically skipping over to the painting. I take a deep breath, and with a flourish, I pull it off the wall. The safe is right there, staring back at me like a locked puzzle waiting to be solved.
I crack my knuckles, ready to get to work. It’s time to channel my inner spy and find out what the hell my dad’s been up to.