The Woman with the Target on her Back (Grassi Family #6) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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I made a show of rolling my eyes at him.

“It was a one-time thing. I don’t even know why we are disc—“

I lost the rest of my sentence.

Because one second, I was about to brush past him and put an end to the conversation.

The next, August’s hand was grabbing me, turning me, and pressing me back against the island, his lips sealing over mine, silencing any more bullshit I was going to try to feed him.

CHAPTER NINE

August

That was about enough of that.

My hand shot out, grabbing her hip, turning her back, and pushing her against the island.

My hips ground into her as my lips landed on hers, silencing any more of that crap she was going to try to sling at me.

She didn’t run away because it was a ‘one-time thing.’ She ran away because she was worried it wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

Which was ridiculous as fuck.

I was stuck here in town with her until this whole mess was cleared up. There was no way we weren’t going to get physical again.

The second my body was against hers, she melted into me. Her hands slid up my arms, then wrapped around the back of my neck, holding on as my lips slanted over hers again, getting hungrier, needier.

You’d never know we’d just fucked hours before with the way my body was aching to be inside of her again. My cock was already rock-hard and straining against the thin material of my pajama pants.

Reaching down, I grabbed her leg, yanking it up to my hip, spreading her for me as I pressed my cock against her pussy.

She hadn’t dressed for the day yet, and I could feel the heat of her through her silky pajama shorts. There was no bra yet, so her tits were crushed to my chest, her nipples hardening against me as my hips rocked my cock up and down her cleft.

It didn’t take long for her hips to meet my movements, for her hands to start exploring over my shoulders, then down my back, to finally sink into my ass and pull me more tightly against her.

My hands were equally as greedy, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and yanking it up and off, my palms closing over the swells of her breasts. My lips swallowed her moans as my thumbs and forefingers did tight little rolls of her nipples.

“August, please,” she whimpered, rocking impatiently, needing more.

Reaching across the island, I found my wallet I’d tossed there after picking it up off the living room floor when I realized she wasn’t going to come back out, finding my last condom, and slipping it on.

I had to pencil in a trip to a store to get more.

I barely had the foil in my hand before her hands were yanking down my pants, freeing my cock, and wrapping her hand around it.

I let her work me for a moment before I was pushing her away to slide on the protection.

Finished, I grabbed her, turning her, and pressing her forward over the island, her ass sticking out at me.

My hands slid up to the waistband of her shorts, snagging it and her panties, then dragging them down her legs.

I couldn’t resist a quick slap to her round ass before I was stepping closer, teasing my cock up her cleft to rub against her clit before sliding back down, and slamming deep inside her.

Her moan echoed across the kitchen, making my cock twitch as her tight walls closed around my cock.

A feral sort of groan escaped me as I tried to take a deep breath, to keep myself in check.

There was no taking it slow, though, as her ass started to slam back into me, her hips rocking, trying to get relief from the ache inside.

Deciding there would be time for slow and sweet some other time, I grabbed her hips and started fucking her.

Hard and fast, my hands dragging her back into me as I thrust forward, the sounds of our fucking filling the kitchen, mingling with her moans and my labored breathing.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she begged, walls getting tighter. “Just like that,” she added, her hands curling into fists on the countertop.

One of my hands left her hip, slipping between her thighs instead, working her clit as I continued to fuck her, driving her toward that edge.

It was right about then that I heard it.

A knock on the room door.

Aurelio had finally made it up for a visit.

Great timing.

When my cock was buried inside of Traveler, and we were both about to come.

Traveler heard it at the same time, her body tensing.

But we were too close to stop now, I decided.

My other hand went around, slapping over her mouth, keeping her sounds muffled as I fucked her faster still, my fingers teasing her clit at the same time.

Her pussy was a vice grip around my cock as Aurelio knocked again, a little louder this time.


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