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)
“A man will be on them, too. No fucking way will Nessa get date raped. Damn independent woman,” he adds.
“Already ahead of you. Blake has two guys lined up. I’d have preferred him, but he assured me they’re the best,” I tell him.
“If they’re Blake’s, they’re guaranteed to be the best. He wouldn’t have it any other way.” We’ve known Blake for a long time. A friend we grew up with, he left and joined the Marines, got out with a plan and is now making a killing with his private security company, raking in the dough.
“True. See you Saturday,” I tell his retreating back.
“See you then,” he responds, then I’m left with making a call to a certain PI to get the ball rolling.
TWENTY-ONE
Millie
“Do you think they know that we know?” I ask Nessa as we ride the elevator up to Ezra’s penthouse. We got ready in Ezra’s master bedroom and bathroom, our toiletries, hair products, and dresses strewn everywhere, only for us to pick up after ourselves once the final product was complete. I’m in a black sheer dress, bra beneath covering everything up, black leather pants, and pink heels. Nessa is wearing a white bodycon dress. Neither of our men were happy that we were going, but all the excuses in the world didn’t stop us from our night out.
“I’m pretty sure Tic and Tac called them as soon as you gave the blond-haired one that glare of yours,” Nessa replies.
“And you walking up to the brunet and asking for his credentials and who hired them didn’t tip them off?” It was obvious that Ezra and Parker’s names were written all over those two security guards, which I’m sure were paid a pretty penny; they didn’t blend in at all. Plus, the fact that we were upgraded to VIP, which I knew wasn’t Nessa’s idea. We took one look at each other, and everything clicked into place. The driver, the free entry, so we did what any other women would do: we drank for free, danced in our area, and gossiped to our hearts’ content about our men—me admitting that I love Ezra, Nessa telling me it’s about time, then me pointing out that she’s my favorite jerk.
We’re both tipsy, holding on to one another when the doors open. Bill, who usually doesn’t work late at night, must have called Ezra because there he stands, hands in his pockets, a sly grin on his face. My eyes don’t move from his as I disengage from Nessa.
“Millicent.” Ezra’s voice is deep, eyes dark gray, desire seeping from his pores.
“Hello, Ezra,” I hiccup, slapping my hand across my mouth, holding back my laughter. “I should be annoyed with you and your brother. Who hired the two buffoons?”
“Christ, remind me to fire Blake.” My eyes go to Parker’s and narrow.
“Parker, you realize we’re not dumb. We wouldn’t have gotten into any trouble,” Nessa tells him.
“It’s not you; it’s the others. You go out without me, you’ve got a man on you. Especially at a fucking nightclub.” Parker’s tone is one that tells you, you have no leg to stand on.
“Fine, next time, a heads-up. Take me home?” Vanessa concedes rather quickly, too quickly.
“Babe, you don’t even have to ask,” Parker tells her. I quit looking, mainly because it’s an intimate moment between the two of them. The other reason being Ezra. The tips of his fingers touch my chin, lifting it up until my eyes are on his. My best friend and her man are a distant memory. My body is on fire already.
“You have a good time, sunshine?” Ezra asks, huskily, licking his lower lip as he does. I swear a keening noise leaves my mouth without any consent from its owner.
“The best. Tic and Tac are awful buzzkills, though. It’s hard to talk about the number of orgasms our men give us when they’re listening in the corner.” The cinnamon-flavored shots Nessa and I ordered have seriously lowered my inhibitions in the form of my mouth running like the roadrunner.
“And how many orgasms did I give you in one night?” Ezra asks. I use my fingers, counting that one night he literally wrung my body dry, using his mouth twice, then his fingers once, and his cock at least once before I passed out, only for him to wake me up an hour later with his cock sliding in and out of me again.
“Five?” It’s more of a question than a statement, unsure if the number is actually correct or not. That night was a lot of firsts. Ezra gave me more than his body; he gave me his emotions as well.
“Then tonight, we’ll go for six. Are you going to remember tonight come the morning?” His hand cups my neck, thumb on my jaw in his signature move when he’s within reaching distance of me.