Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
“Of your parents?” she asks innocently.
“Of my dad,” I clarify. “I don’t really think of Marlena as my parent.”
“No,” Sofia agrees. “She’s far too young.”
“So,” I insist. “What did you think?”
“He’s very friendly,” she answers.
I pause to consider that statement. Of all the things people have called my father over the years, friendly is not one of them. But of course, Sofia is different. She’s not a rival mob boss or a politician looking for a handout. She’s my girlfriend.
“What’s up here?” She asks, looking around at all the gilded decorations on the second floor.
“Bedrooms,” I say, trying not to sound seductive. I don’t know whether she is interested in spending the night. That option appeals to me, but I don’t want to pressure her. Though we’ve slept together, we haven’t had sex. And this house might be too intimidating to be the first place we become intimate, though I don’t want to rule anything out.
“Which one is yours?” she asks with no hint of shame.
I break into a smile, hoping that she means what I think she means. I guide her down the hall, away from my father’s room. There was a time when I lived across the hall from him, but no longer. I’m uncomfortable being so close to Marlena and my father because they’re not often quiet when they’re alone.
I moved to the opposite end of the house, at the end of a long corridor. I open the door to my suite, standing aside to let Sofia pass. She enters my sitting room, gazing at all the furniture at once.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers. “This place is bigger than my apartment.”
“I know,” I respond, following her inside.
“You don’t have a kitchen in here, do you?” she wonders.
“No kitchen,” I report. “But I have a bathroom, and a bedroom through here.” I point to the door at the far end of the room.
She turns around to face me, putting her hands on my shirt collar. “It’s a lot to take in.”
“I know,” I agree. “But you did a fantastic job with my father and my uncle. I think they really like you.”
“Your stepmother is sweet,” Sofia observes.
“She definitely likes you,” I respond.
“Maybe this is the start of something wonderful,” she purrs.
I’m starting to feel like maybe this conversation is going somewhere exciting. I put my hands on her hips and smile down at her. This would be the perfect end to a stressful day if Sofia is saying what I think she’s saying. I test the waters by kissing her, and she responds exactly as I hoped.
Standing in the middle of my living room, she slides her hands around my collar until her fingers link behind my neck. She rises on her toes to extend the kiss. I place my palm on the small of her back, loving the loose cotton of the dress she’s wearing. It’s so erotic, even though it’s simple and conservative. I can imagine it balled up on the floor of my bedroom, and that gets me even more excited.
“Would you like to spend the night?” I whisper.
“I thought you would never ask,” she replies.
In that moment, I know that we’re going all the way. I can take my time, considering that all the dishes are being handled and the door that separates me from the rest of my family is closed. Sofia and I are all alone, with the luxury of an entire evening ahead of us.
I slide my fingers up her back, tracing the curve of her spine up to her neck. Running my thumb across the tiny hairs at the base of her scalp, I lose myself to her touch. She nibbles on my bottom lip, promising me a world of pleasure. I open my mouth wide, eager to taste her. She’s even sweeter than the pie we shared, full of life and love. My crotch responds automatically, drawing heat from her body as we grind together.
I scoop her up, wanting a better angle to approach the situation. Carrying her into the bedroom, I lay her gently on top of the covers. She rises up onto her knees, pulling me close. We kiss again, until my lips tingle from the pressure. I reach down to grasp the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head.
She sits before me in just her underwear and bra. I’ve never seen a creature so beautiful. All the times we made out in the past, I only caught glimpses of her true radiance. But here in my bedroom, she’s on display.
I slide a hand beneath her hair, capturing the length of her neck in one palm. Sealing my lips over hers again, I trace the curve of her throat down to her collarbone and then left across her shoulder. Sliding one finger beneath her bra strap, I tease the fabric away from her skin before removing it completely.