Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
A low growl reverberates up his throat. The feel of him filling me steals my breath. My nails claw his back. He pulls out and drives with more force, and I cry out. He flips us, my legs now straddling his hips, and I slide down on him. He pistons his hips up, causing a deeper penetration, and I moan out his name.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.” He raises my hips and slides me back over him. “Perfect little cunt, made just for me.” His filthy words only arouse me more, and goosebumps prickle down my spine. I take control and ride and grind on his cock. His mouth captures my breast, and he sucks to the point of pain.
“Theo. . .” I work him faster. I’m close to the edge, but I don’t want this to end. His teeth clamp down on my nipple, and another hoarse moan leaves my lips. “Theo, please. . .” I’m losing the battle. My walls clamp around him, my head falls back, and my lips part as my orgasm tears through me.
His fingers dig into my hips, branding my skin as he takes over. He slams into me, each thrust drawing out more cries of pleasure. “Fuck,” he growls and holds himself inside as he reaches his release.
My head drops to his shoulder as I fight to catch my breath. This close and connected, I feel his heart hammering beneath mine. When I finally find my voice, I lift my head and look down at him. “You still owe me pizza.”
The most beautiful sound expels from his lips as he laughs. “I sure do.”
“You know, instead of coffee, I’m going to insist that you bring me pizza in the morning.” Theo takes another bite, and I laugh. “Seriously, how’d you learn to make this? It tastes exactly like pizza I had in Italy.”
“I’m a chef, remember? Well. . . was. It’s on my bucket list to go to Italy. I’ve studied a ton of Italian cuisine.” I wiggle my brows. “I want to know how to do a little bit of everything. If it’s a dish that makes someone moan, I want to learn how to create it. Does that sound silly?”
“No. It sounds like you have a passion. I envy you for that.”
“What are you talking about? You’re an investment tycoon. You’re the youngest CEO to make the Fortune 500.”
He finishes his wine and puts his glass down. Picking up our plates, he walks over to the sink. “On paper, I’m many things.”
He sounds. . . sad. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re right. I turn unused land into million-dollar ventures.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
He wipes his hands on a towel and turns, resting against the sink. “I say it like that because it’s not my passion. It’s just a job for me. I was forced to become the person I am.”
He walks back to his seat and refills both glasses. “I envy you is all. And hope I get to experience a lot more of your talents.” He taps his glass against mine. “And not just in the kitchen.”
And just like that, the mood shifts. The corner of his lips forms a sexy smirk. “What do you say we move on with our night?”
“Sure, if I get to pick what we do next.”
A mixture of lust and curiosity light up his eyes. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Come on.” I grab his hand, drag him to his oversized couch, and push him down. Grabbing the remote, I sit next to him and turn on the TV.
“What are we doing?”
“Watching porn.” A single brow raises. “Kidding. You let me do one of my favorite things. Now, you get to do one of yours. Pick a movie. The goriest movie you can find.”
His other brow joins the first. “You want to watch a horror movie?”
“Yep. And if you’re lucky, I’ll make popcorn, assuming you have some.”
He’s speechless. And super cute this way, too. “Okay, so no popcorn?”
“I’ll have someone bring it up.” He takes me in a beat longer, then cups my neck and pulls me into him. “You are quite the surprise, Fay Evans.”
I climb onto his lap. “Is that a good or bad thing, Theo Monroe?”
He brings his mouth back over mine, deepening our kiss. His hands roam up my thighs and stop to caress my butt. “Oh, it’s a good thing,” he murmurs against my lips. Our tongues dance together, and we bask in the feeling of each other. When air becomes vital, we slowly break apart. “How do you do with scary movies?”
I gaze down at him, my tone serious. “Horribly.”
Chapter eighteen
Theo
I pace my office, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. My intuition had been right. The Geller sale wasn’t the first. Christ, it wasn’t even the second or third. There are dozens of executed land surveys stating acres and acres of property were uninhabitable.