The Woman in the Warehouse (Costa Family #9) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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“Ugh,” Saylor grumbled as I finally started to move off of the couch. She was sitting with her elbows on the back of the couch, her ass popped out, her head lowered, rolling her head from side to side like she was trying to work out a knot.

“Here,” I said, moving to stand behind her and reaching out to press my fingers into her neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping. Stop being such a pain in the ass,” I said, getting a little snort out of her. But her whole body tensed as my fingers met the sore spot of a knot. “See?” I said, working it with my thumbs until her posture started to soften again.

Did I stop when the knot was out, though?

Fuck no.

Not when she was being all soft again, leaning to each side, making more room for me to massage out the aches.

My fingers teased up, sliding into the silky strands of her hair, gently working across her scalp, something that she clearly enjoyed, judging by the way she sat up straight, getting closer to the sensations.

A little moan escaped her as I increased the pressure slightly as I worked across her scalp.

“Feel good?” I asked, wondering if she could hear the way desire had thickened my voice. All I got in response was another little moan. So I just kept working her for another few minutes. Until I just couldn’t fucking help myself. “See what you could have if you weren’t avoiding me all damn day?” I asked, feeling her start to stiffen and pull away. My hand slid back to the hair at the nape of her neck, twisting, and pulling hard enough to send pain across her scalp. I forced her face up to the ceiling, looking up toward me.

I knew it was the right move as I saw heat sparking in those dark eyes of hers.

“You think being an asshole is going to get you in my pants again?” she asked, not willing to give in quite so easily, even if the way her eyelids went heavy told me she was too far gone to go back now.

“No,” I said, tugging her hair harder as I moved inward, pressing my cock against her ass. “I’ll get in your pants again because your pussy is aching for my cock.”

“I don’t—“ she started.

“Maybe I should check,” I said with another little tug as my other hand slid across her hip, then moved lower.

She’d opted for leggings when she’d gotten dressed, so when my hand pressed between her thighs, I could feel the heat of her, could feel how wet she already was for me.

“Hmm,” I said, sliding my fingers up her pussy to press into her clit. “Seems like you do,” I said, watching her eyes go hazy with her need as my fingers started to work her through her pants.

Her lips parted to whimper and my fingers tugged her hair, making her take a sharp inhale that exhaled on a moan that went right to my dick.

“Want more?” I asked, getting a frantic little nod out of her that only served to tighten my hold on her hair, something that had her thighs clenching around my hand.

“Yes,” she whimpered, rocking her hips against my palm, restless, desperate for more.

And, fuck, was I happy to give it to her.

My hand shifted up, sliding under her panties, and tracing up her pussy.

“Fucking drenched,” I murmured, taking my sweet time getting toward her clit, leaving her writhing against me. “You’ve been thinking about my cock all day, haven’t you?” I asked, doing short little pulses on her hair as my thumb teased around the hood of her clit.

“Y-yes.”

“Like this?” I asked, thrusting two fingers into her waiting pussy, feeling her walls tighten around them immediately, wanting more. Wanting my cock.

But not yet.

Not until she was fucking begging for it.

“Yes.”

“You were dreaming about me fucking you this morning, weren’t you?” I asked. Then, at her silence, pressing the pad of my thumb into her clit. “Weren’t you?” I asked, pulling her hair a little harder.

“Yes,” she admitted, rocking her hips as my fingers started to fuck her. Hard and fast. I wanted her fucking mindless with her need before I yanked down her pants, and surged inside her.

“Do you still want it now?” I asked, the pain of my own desire growing.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Yeah? Turn around and show me how much,” I said, sliding my fingers out of her panties, and pulling at her hair as she turned toward me.

Understanding the command, her hands went right to my lounge pants, yanking down the waistbands of my pants and underwear.

My cock was barely free before she was leaning down and sucking me into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she took me to the base, making my fucking vision go white for a moment as she started to work me.


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