Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
"Bagnata," he murmured, voice husky. "Wet," he clarified as his fingers started to tease me. He paused for the briefest moment when the server came back with the wine, but started right up again when they walked away, this time sliding under my panties, tracing down my cleft, then sliding two fingers inside me. "Stretta," he groaned. "Tight," he added, thrusting his fingers inside me as his thumb found my clit.
"You have to stop," I demanded, turning my head into his neck as he started to drive me up.
A low grumble moved through him, knowing I was right, that someone would notice eventually.
His fingers left my panties, but grabbed my hand instead, pulling me out of the booth.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "We have food coming," I added as he started to pull me toward the hall where the bathrooms were located.
"Don't worry, I will have you back for your dinner," he said, shooting me a smirk over his shoulder. "I know better than to get between you and your food."
"Santi, that's restricted," I said in a hushed whisper as he bypassed the bathrooms, and pushed open a door that said Employees Only.
"Yep," he agreed, yanking me inside, and slamming me back against the door before reaching to lock it.
"What if..." I started as he lowered himself down in front of me in the small storage room.
"The owner is in debt to us," Santi explained, pulling up my skirt, holding it in a fist at my hip as his other hand yanked my panties to the side.
His mouth was on me before I could find any other objections.
And, well, when this man's mouth was licking and sucking your clit, you didn't care anymore about the borderline illegality of what you were doing, or even who might overhear you as you struggled to keep your whimpers and moans inside.
"Santi," I whimpered, close. So close.
But at the sound of his name, he pulled away from me, gaining his feet, and working his button and fly zipper, and pulling out his thick cock with one hand while the other yanked down my panties, then grabbed my knee, spread my thigh wide for him, then slammed inside me.
My ragged moan was muffled by his hand on my mouth as he started to thrust. Hard. Fast. Both of us aware of how exposed we were, despite the locked door.
I moaned into his palm as he cursed and hissed and groaned into my ear.
"Come, baby," he growled as he felt my walls tightening, felt me getting close. "Come," he demanded again, his free hand moving between my thighs to work my clit as he continued to fuck me.
And just like that, I did.
Yeah, and I'm pretty sure I blacked out.
And that his palm just barely muffled my scream as the waves crashed over and over, milking his orgasm from him.
"Fuck," he said after, sharing a private, guilty little smile with me.
"That sums it up," I agreed, snatching my panties from him as he tucked himself away. "Bathroom trip, then back to the table. Fair warning," I said, reaching to undo the lock, "if my food is cold, I'm going to grumble."
I checked out into the hall, then rushed across it to the bathroom, hearing him chuckle from behind me.
He made it back to the table first.
"You're lucky," I said when I noticed the plates of food still steaming as I scooted in at his side.
"Yeah, baby," he agreed, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear. "I am," he said, making my belly wobble at the sincerity in his words.
That he felt lucky to have me.
There was no mistaking how lucky I was to have him.
"Me too," I mumbled softly, then started to stuff my face to avoid any further conversation.
By the time we made it back to the apartment, I felt warm and fuzzy inside. And I knew it had nothing to do with the alcohol or the food, but everything to do with the man who peeled me out of my clothes and spent the entire night worshipping my body, both of us being as loud as we pleased, and doing it against damn near every surface in the apartment.
Perfect.
It was perfect.
He was perfect.
And we were very nearly perfect.
That day was only going to come when Avi was in on the situation with us.
And that time would come.
But as I did a naked dash across the hall to the back room the next morning when we heard keys in the door, letting out a rolling laugh as I collapsed back against the door, I decided I was okay with sneaking around for a little bit longer.
Santi - 3.5 weeks
My heart was in my throat as Alessa and I heard Avi stirring in his room.
We had no idea what to expect from him on his first Christmas without his mom, and we'd admittedly gone a bit overboard on the gifts to try to inject joy into the day regardless of any possible low moods.