Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
* * *
Maxim carries the bags from the car to the elevator. It’s odd to be back here, knowing that she’ll now be staying. The doors open, and they step in, and Maxim drops her bag and pulls her into his arms. “Welcome home,” he whispers, and her heart skips a beat. She strains upward to kiss him. And his lips find hers, kissing her hard and long until she forgets her name.
When the doors open, they are both breathless.
An old lady is standing at the entrance to the elevator. She’s wearing large dark sunglasses, a garish red hat, with earrings and coat to match, and she’s clutching a diminutive hairball of a dog. Maxim releases Alessia. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Beckstrom.”
“Oh, Maxim. How lovely to see you,” she replies in a high-pitched voice. “Or should I address you by your title now?”
“Maxim is fine, Mrs. B.” He maneuvers Alessia out of the elevator and holds the door back for the old lady. “This is my girlfriend, Alessia Demachi.”
“How do you do?” Mrs. Beckstrom beams at Alessia but continues talking before Alessia can reply. “I see you’ve had the front door repaired. I hope you didn’t lose much during the burglary.”
“Nothing that can’t be replaced.”
“I hope they don’t come back.”
“I think the police have them already.”
“Good. I hope they hang them.”
Hang? They hang people here?
“I’m off to walk Heracles, now it’s finally stopped raining.”
“Enjoy your walk.”
“I’ll do just that. You, too!” And she looks sideways at Alessia, who cannot help but blush. The doors close, and Mrs. Beckstrom disappears.
“She’s been my neighbor forever. She’s about a thousand years old, and she’s batty.”
“Batty?”
“Crazy,” he explains. “And don’t be fooled by that dog. He’s a vicious little bastard.”
Alessia smiles. “How long have you lived here?”
“Since I was nineteen.”
“I don’t know how old you are.”
He laughs. “Old enough to know better.”
She frowns while Maxim unlocks the front door.
“I’m twenty-eight.”
Alessia grins. “You are an old man!”
“Old. I’ll give you old!” He bends suddenly, surprising her, and scoops her up over his shoulder, avoiding her bruised side. She squeals and laughs as he waltzes into the apartment.
The alarm bleeps, and Maxim turns around until Alessia is facing the alarm panel. Breathless, she enters the new code that he gives her, and when the beeping stops, Maxim slides her down his front so that she’s once more in his arms.
“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he says.
“I am glad, too.”
From his pocket he draws the keys that Oliver gave him earlier. “For you.”
Alessia takes them. They’re on a key chain with a blue leather fob that reads ANGWIN HOUSE.
“The keys to the kingdom,” she says.
Maxim grins. “Welcome home.” He bends to kiss her, his lips coaxing hers. She groans as she responds, and they lose themselves in each other.
* * *
Alessia screams as she climaxes. It’s a cock-hardening sound. Her fingers are clenched around the sheets. Her head tossed back. Her mouth open. I kiss her clitoris as she writhes beneath me, then her belly, her navel, her stomach, and her sternum as she mewls, and taking her cries into my mouth, I ease into her.
* * *
My phone buzzes. And without looking at the caller ID, I know it’s Caroline. I’d promised to see her. Ignoring the phone, I gaze down at Alessia, who is dozing beside me. She’s becoming quite demanding in bed—and I like it. Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder, and she stirs.
“I have to go out,” I murmur.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to see my sister-in-law.”
“Oh.”
“I haven’t seen her for days, and I need to talk some things through with her. I won’t be long.”
Alessia sits up. “Okay.” She glances out the window. It’s dark.
“It’s six P.M.,” I tell her.
“Shall I make something for us to eat?”
“If you can find something. Please.”
She smiles. “I’ll do that.”
“If you can’t find anything, we’ll go out. I’ll be about an hour.” Reluctantly I throw the quilt aside, get out of bed, and start to dress under Alessia’s appreciative gaze.
I don’t tell her that I’m dreading this meeting.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Good evening, my lord,” Blake says as he opens the front door to Trevelyan House.
“Hello, Blake.” I don’t correct him. After all, as much as it pains me, I am the earl. “Is Lady Trevethick at home?”
“I believe she’s in the morning room.”
“Great. I’ll see myself up. Oh, and thank Mrs. Blake for clearing up after the burglary. She’s done a great job.”
“Will do, my lord. Very unfortunate business. May I take your overcoat?”
“Thanks.” I slip out of my coat, and he folds it over his arm.
“Something to drink?”
“No. I’m good. Thanks, Blake.”
I vault up the stairs, turn left, take a deep, steadying breath, and open the morning room door.
* * *
Alessia examines the chaos that is the walk-in closet off Maxim’s bedroom. The drawers, the racks—they are all bursting with his clothes, leaving no room to store hers. She takes her duffel bag through to the spare room and proceeds to unpack, hanging her new clothes in the small armoire.