My Best Friend’s Wish (Work Husband #2) Read Online Blue Saffire

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Work Husband Series by Blue Saffire
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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As we sit, I try my best to focus on the movie, but her scent is driving me insane. I wrap my arms around her and hold her to my chest once she’s finished eating. We’re halfway through the movie when Car starts to squirm in my hold.

“Rio?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“I’ve seen this a million times already.”

“Thank fuck,” I breathe, my palm beneath her chin to tip her head back to face me.

I capture her lips and drink from them in a deep, passionate kiss. All of my frustration from the day melts away. All I can focus on is the enticing scent of her body and the feel of her soft lips.

Not thinking, I swipe the dishes from the table. They clutter and thud against the rug. I break the kiss to turn Carleen and lift her to place her on the table. I lightly place a hand on her chest to push her down on her back. I scoot forward as if pulling up to a meal at my favorite Japanese spot.

With my hands on her thighs, I push her dress up to reveal my favorite place. When I zone in on her crotchless panties, I groan. I reach for her leg and bring her hot-pink toes to my lips.

She squeals and tries to pull her foot away, but I hold tight and kiss and lick at her soft skin. It’s my plan to worship every inch of this body. I want to mark every inch as mine.

“Dario,” she whimpers as I start to make my way up her leg with open-mouthed kisses, making sure to drag my lips against her skin.

Goose bumps rise. As I move my gaze to her core, I see her juices spill for me. If you told me a year ago, heck, a week ago, that I’d have my hands on this woman, I would have cursed you the fuck out and possibly put a bullet in your ass.

Now, I’m so consumed with the fact that I’m touching the love of my life, I can hardly compose myself. She wiggles and sits up on her elbows to look down her body at me.

We lock eyes right as I dive into her sweet-smelling pussy. I push her legs open and into her chest. Settling in to be here for a while.

I won’t dare to say the words I feel aloud. Not before I know what’s going to happen when I go to Italy, so I use my tongue to spell it out. I spell each letter into her folds.

I love you.

I do it repeatedly until I feel her juices rain down in my mouth. Not ready to move from my feast, I shift to my knees, wrap my arms around her thighs and lift her into my face.

Her shoulders balance her on the table as I have my way with her dripping-wet center. I devour her pussy as she calls out my name and cries for mercy.

Mercy I can’t give. Not when I’m so lost in her pleasure. She starts to convulse, and her legs shake as I suck on her clit and rub my thumb against her puckered hole.

I back off and lower her body back down on the table. Dragging my palm down my face, I then lick it clean. I stand and give her a pointed stare to warn her not to move.

Working on the buttons of my vest, I quickly head to my room for the bottle of oil I had planned to use later. Tossing my vest on the bed and releasing the buttons on my dress shirt, I tear it off and toss it too.

Bare from the waist up, I kick off my shoes and tug off my socks before I grab the oil and a few condoms. I’m already hard and aching to be inside her. I chide myself for not being better prepared. I should have known we weren’t going to make it to my bed.

I return to the living room and she’s right where I left her. Her eyes are on the items in my hands. She bites her lip and runs a hand through her hair. Keeping my eyes on her, I sit on the couch, dropping the items in my hands beside me.

I look around the coffee table and laugh to myself. I’ll have to have someone come in to clean the mess I’ve made. I may even need to replace the rug. Not caring much—I’d say it was well worth it—I lick my lips. Her flavor is still on them.

“Come here,” I say, not able to wait a second longer to have her in my arms.

She stands shakily. I lean forward and place my hands on her hips, bringing her into me as I sit back. I love this dress on her. It makes her breasts look marvelous and shows off her curvy body.


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