Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I smirked. She had remembered.
Her teeth sunk into her lip and my dick instantly strained against my pants. I couldn’t help but imagine those lips wrapped around my dick. The thought of grabbing that ponytail while sinking my cock deep inside her from behind had my heart racing and all the blood rushing to the only thing that was thinking right now.
All right. Down boy.
“Is that Greek?”
My heart felt like it dropped in my chest. “Yes. I’m impressed.”
She chuckled. “Don’t be. When I was little and visiting family in Italy, we went to visit one of my father’s best friends. Their last name was Drivas.”
“Huh. That’s interesting. Could be a relative of mine.”
“You never know,” she said with a smile and a wink.
Yep. I needed to get this girl under me. On top of me. Anywhere the fuck on me.
Holding up my plate, I said, “Thank you for the panna cotta.”
“Sure. I hope you enjoy it.”
I made my way over to a little table. The lady sitting one table over smiled then ran her tongue along her dark-red lips. With a polite smile, I made sure to sit with my back facing her. Plus, that gave me a better view of Gabi.
Glancing down at the panna cotta, I smiled when I saw the raspberry sauce on it. I popped the single berry into my mouth and let the flavor burst inside while I slid my spoon into the custard and took a bite.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I wanted to moan. Hell, I wanted to pick up the plate and devour the heavenly dessert in front of me. I’d never in my life tasted something so amazing.
Closing my eyes, I let the taste linger. It was amazing.
“If your mother saw you with that look on your face, you’d be dead right now.”
My eyes snapped open. “Cole?”
He sat down and placed his plate of tiramisu on the table. “You finally discovered my favorite bakery in Colorado Springs.”
Anger raced through my body. “You asshole. Why have you never told me about this place? We eat at Telly’s all the time.”
He shrugged while he took a bite. “I only found it about six months back. And maybe because I’ve been trying to get the owner to go out with me for the last month. If you walked in, she’d be all over your Greek ass.”
I laughed and took another bite. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, she didn’t go all crazy over me. Well, she did stumble on her words when I first walked up and talked.”
Cole rolled his eyes. “And there you go. She’s probably been dreaming of you ever since. Tell me the other hot chick who works here hasn’t seen you yet.”
“The young girl?” I asked in shock. The first girl who originally helped me couldn’t have been more than nineteen.
Cole laughed. “No, not Liza. Her name is Charity and fucking hell she is gorgeous.”
Glancing back over, I watched Gabi moving behind the counter. “I can’t imagine this other girl being as beautiful as Gabi.”
“Yeah well, they’re both knock-outs.”
I turned my attention back to Cole. “I still can’t believe you kept this from me. You know Italian food is my favorite.”
“That’s blasphemy in the eyes of your mother, you know that, right?”
Laughing, I stared down at my dessert. There was one more bite of panna cotta left. Maybe I should get a to go box and bring it home. Savor it later while I thought about Gabi naked and waiting in my bed for me.
“How are the desserts, gentlemen?”
I glanced up and my stomach dropped at the sight before me. Cole and I both answered at the same time.
“Great!”
“Good as always!” Cole added.
I glared at him while he ignored me and kept smiling up at Gabi.
“So, you seem to know everyone today, Nic?” Gabi said with a chuckle.
“Nic?” Cole asked as he shot me a dirty look. “We’re on a first-name basis already, huh?”
There was no way I couldn’t hide my smirk. That’s what the bastard got for keeping this place a secret from me.
“We work together,” I replied. “Cole here is on SWAT with me.”
I watched as Gabi turned and smiled at Cole. It wasn’t the same smile she gave me earlier. It was a polite smile. One I figured she gave to all her customers. For some reason that made me feel good. Really good.
“I didn’t know you were a police officer. Well, thanks for telling Nic about the place, Cole.”
“Sure, of course. I tell everyone about . . . ouch!”
I kicked him under the table. “He didn’t tell me. He’s been keeping it a secret.”
Gabi lifted a brow. “Why?”
“Would me telling you I’ve been sharing your bakery with my friends make a difference in you going out with me?”
“Nope. Not at all.”
Her response was quick and made me smile even more.