Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Millie.” He pulls his lips from mine, a hunger in his eyes, and I know he wants me as much as I want him.
“This is what I want, Ezra, so much. It’s been too long,” I admit, my wrist twisting with every upward and downward glide along his cock.
“Fuck, yeah.” My hand is off his length, body wrapped around his as he picks me up by the cheek of my ass, literally one-handed, legs wrapping around his tapered waist, and I know we’re going to have the best time making up for lost time.
THIRTEEN
Ezra
This grand idea of meeting Millie back at the coffee shop isn’t going to happen. It leaves me with one ace in the hole, asking her to spend the night at my place.
Ezra: Hey, you good with staying at my place tonight?
Millicent: Sure. I might be late getting there. I don’t know how long this meeting will last :/
Ezra: Sunshine, you’ve got the loan. Anyone would be stupid not to approve you.
Millicent: We’ll see.
Ezra: No seeing about it. I’ll have Robert waiting at the shop to take you to the bank and from there to my place. Take a deep breath, kick ass, and take names.
The bubbles load, then disappear. I put my phone done. My assistant rearranged some meetings for me today, making it a heavier day than I’d like tomorrow. It’ll be worth it. I’ve got a few places to drop by, things to pick up, and room to make for Millie. My phone vibrates on my desk. Seeing that it’s my mom calling, I answer it. If I don’t, she’ll call Parker, and after his last statement of promising payback, that could mean her making a random appearance.
“Hey, Mom, feeling any better?” We touched base throughout the weekend. She did what the doctor suggested and is able to go back to work tomorrow.
“Well, hello to you, too, Ezra. Someone’s in a better mood than the last time we spoke on the phone and not through text.” I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Messaging wouldn’t have scratched the surface, plus I was around Millie all weekend, and there was no way I’d have this conversation with her around.
“I am. You still didn’t answer my question, though.” I put the call on speakerphone, so I can kill two birds with one stone.
“I’m much better. The doctor wouldn’t make house calls. Believe me, I tried,” Mom grumbles. I laugh. Her sense of humor would have Parker rolling his eyes and telling her to be quiet.
“How many times? The third time could be a charm,” I offer advice before I get some of my own.
“I’m going to wait, show up back at the ER for him to take my staples out later this week. So, tell me about Millie. I want all the details, and I have all the time in the world. It seems I’m not working today,” she grumbles, always the busybody. After being cooped at up home due to her concussion, I’m sure she’s ready to get back to normal.
“That’s a solid idea. We see where Parker got his brains from. Millie and I are okay, or I’m trying to be. We’ve got some talking to do still. You know how I feel about having children. She’s going to want them; there’s no way Millie wouldn’t. She’s caring, smart, independent, a lot like a certain other woman I have in my life.” I read through an email, waiting for her to respond. Boston is still in New Orleans. He’s found an old historic building to use instead of one like we’re in now, starting off small instead of too big, too fast.
“My other son did, too, and as far as the children, you’re still young. People are having them when they’re older these days. You could always change your mind, Ezra. It’s not unheard of. And there’s always adoption. So many children could use a man like you as a father, and from what you’ve said about Millie, I’m sure she’d be much the same. My boys don’t pick women who don’t have a heart of gold.” Considering she’s of the same variety, Mom is completely right.
“I don’t know. I’m working through it. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I do Millie. She’s making me rethink so much that I’m going shopping for her today.” I close my computer down and stand up from my chair, putting my wallet and keys in my pocket.
“You in a store? Who are you, and what have you done to my son?” I’ve never liked shopping in-store for anything. Mom would shop for our clothes, bring them home, make sure we liked them, and return them if we needed a different size or didn’t like them. Krista Hudson is the absolute shit, dealing with the hand she was dealt, taking on another asshole kid, and loving him like her own.