Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
It worries the fuck out of me. Whatever he’s doing isn’t good. And it’s going to take a helluva lot longer than three days to unravel the threads.
“I’ll work on the judge,” Finn sighs, running a bleary hand over his face. “We may not have a choice except to raid every goddamn one of their properties and hope we find the guns.”
“Yeah.” I drop my head back against the seat, cursing. It’s a risk I don’t want to take. If we hit the wrong property, we’ll lose our only chance. But if it comes right down to it, we might not have a choice. As much as I want to rush this shit, we can’t.
“Get some sleep,” he says. “I’ll swing by in the morning to pick your ass up. We’ll start again then.”
“See you.” I climb from his truck, jogging up the sidewalk toward my townhouse. The two-story redbrick townhouse stands tall and imposing, with large windows and a mahogany door.
I’ve lived here for years, but this place still doesn’t feel like home. Perhaps it's because I’ve never bothered making it one.
As soon as I’m over the threshold, I lock the door, set the alarm, and head for the bedroom, already dialing Mila’s number.
“Hey, handsome.” Her sweet, sleepy voice has tense knots relaxing all over my body. My dick turns to steel. Christ, I miss her like crazy. “I thought you forgot about me.”
“Never,” I growl, ripping my shirt off over my head as I jog up the steps to the bedroom. “I’ve been out with Finn, handling some work shit.”
“Oh.” She yawns.
“Are you in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Are you naked?”
“Maybe.” The smile in her voice sets my veins on fire.
“Good.” I yank the zipper of my jeans down, wrapping one fist around my cock while I hit the button to switch from a voice call to a video call.
Her beautiful face fills the screen, illuminated by the bedside lamp in the bedroom at the condo. As promised, she’s naked, her blonde hair a halo around her.
“Prop your phone up, get on your knees, and ride your fingers until you’re screaming my name, Mila.”
“Roman,” she moans, her back arching off the bed.
“Now, baby. Don’t make me tell you again.” I squeeze my cock, working my fist up and down my shaft—torturing myself. I know damn well I won’t be coming tonight. Until I’m inside her, I’m not getting off again. But she will be.
Her eyes glimmer with a dangerous mix of anticipation and obedience as she complies, scrambling onto her knees. She props her phone up on the bedside table, angling it so I can see every inch of her gorgeous body. Her lush breasts bounce with her movements, sending jolts of need straight to my cock.
With an enticing smirk on those full lips, she lifts one hand to cup her breast, her thumb teasing her hard nipple. Her other hand trails down her stomach, dipping below the camera frame.
She's a fucking tease. She knows it, and she's using it against me.
“Adjust the camera and ride your fucking fingers, Mila," I growl, my gaze locked onto the screen, where I can see her hands moving rhythmically in and out of view. "Now."
She giggles, letting me know she knew exactly what she was doing when she positioned the camera, and then she leans forward, adjusting it. Her perfect cunt comes into view, the fingers of her other hand already hard at work.
Her giggle fades to a moan as she slips two fingers inside her tight little hole. My cock throbs in my hand. The sight is too much. I push down my jeans down to give myself more room.
"One more," I demand, my voice harsher than before—needier. “Slip one more finger into that tight little body. I know you can take it.”
Her brows furrow in hesitation before she bites hard on her lower lip and obeys.
She gasps at the stretch, her head falling back as she begins to move faster. A wave of satisfaction washes over me at the sight of her pleasuring herself for me—following every command. I might not be there with her tonight, but I’m damn well certain she knows who’s making her feel this way.
Each whimper from her lips pushes me further into a state of agony and ecstasy. I stroke myself in time with the rhythm of her fingers, watching her writhe and moan. But this isn't enough—I need more. I want more.
"Say my name," I command, my grip tightening around myself as I watch the woman I've loved for years push herself closer to the edge. "Let me hear you, Mila.”
Her eyes flutter open at my command, glazed over with pleasure and a hint of something wild. She's teetering on the edge, so close to falling.
"Roman." My name falls from her lips like a prayer, making my cock twitch with anticipation.