Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“For me, too.” I run a finger over his brow.
“You can suck me off when we go to your apartment,” he offers that compromise. “After I eat you out. Deal?”
Since the plan is to go there before the day ends, I nod silently.
He wastes no time in grabbing a condom package from his bedside table before it’s ripped open, and he’s sheathing his cock.
He crawls back onto the bed. With a simple kiss to the top of my mound, he flips me over. “You’re going to feel this so deep.”
I squirm. “That’s how I want it.”
He drags me closer to him, propping me up on my knees as he does. “I fucking love you.”
My response gets stuck in my throat as I feel him slide the crown of his cock over my core before he pushes inside. A hissing sound falls from his lips, filling the silent air.
Each thrust is harder than the last. I moan through them all, knowing that I’ll come fast.
“Jesus, you’re everything,” he says hoarsely. “I won’t fucking last. It’s all too good.”
Tears pepper my cheeks as he drives his cock into me deeper and harder than he ever has before.
“You’re mine,” he whispers into the air. “You’re mine forever.”
That sends me over the edge into a blindingly intense orgasm. I twist beneath him, the pleasure rolling through my body, dictating my movements.
He holds my hips in place with both hands, pushing me into the bed. “So close. I’m so fucking close.”
He finally lets go with a sound I’ve never heard before coming from him. It’s a deep-seated moan wrapped around my name.
It’s a sound I’ll never forget.
I feel his lips on my shoulder as he kisses my skin softly. “You’re incredible. I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I close my eyes and relish in his words. Regardless of how many days I have left on this earth, I’ll never get enough of him, either.
Hours later, I twist in a tight circle in the center of my small apartment. “What do you think?”
William’s gaze doesn’t leave my face. “I love it.”
“Me or the apartment?” I question with a sly smile.
“Both,” he answers with no hesitation. “If you feel safe here, I love that for you.”
“I feel safe,” I admit to him and myself for the first time. “It’s been my oasis. I’ve recovered from heartbreak here. It’s not perfect, but the space offers me something I desperately needed when things blew up with Thad.”
“Solace.”
“Yes,” I say, not surprised that he understood that.
“You know I’m going to ask you to come live with me at some point, Opal.”
I anticipated as much. This is all moving at warp speed, but his declaration doesn’t shock me. “I will at some point.”
“Until then, you’re welcome to live in the Brooklyn apartment.”
That does surprise me, and it shows. I stare at him with my mouth agape.
“I know you’re a little fond of Franzini’s pizza.” He laughs. “You could pick up a slice whenever you want.”
“Who picks up a slice of Elio’s pizza?” I wiggle both eyebrows. “Everyone wants the whole pie.”
He stalks toward me. “Are we still talking about pizza, or are you saying everyone wants Elio Franzini?”
I sigh as I gaze into his soulful eyes. “I don’t want him. I want you.”
His hands drop to the button of my jeans. “I distinctly remember a promise about letting me devour your pussy before you suck me off.”
“Oh, right.” I tap a finger against my chin.
I reach down to unbuckle his belt. “I’ll stay living here for now. Once Turquoise Crown finds its stride, we can decide when I’ll move in with you.”
“In Tribeca?” he questions as he unzips my jeans.
Nodding, I follow his lead and unzip his suit pants. “Brooklyn will be our weekend getaway place.”
He doesn’t bring up the fact that he mentioned a property in Nantucket. “Deal.”
Just as I’m about to reach into his pants to stroke his already hard cock, he picks me up and flings me over his shoulder. “I hope your neighbors won’t mind a little noise.”
I can’t help but laugh as I slap the center of his back. “Are you saying you’re going to fuck me so hard the headboard will pound against the wall?”
“You know I am,” he says as he stalks toward the bed. “But, first, I’ll have you screaming my name because I need my mouth on your pussy now.”
67
William
I help Draven adjust the last of the throw rugs. Turquoise Crown is ready for its grand launch tomorrow night. It’s been months in the making, but Opal has pulled it all together. The people of this city have no idea that this little jewel of a bar awaits them. That’s why I plan on spreading the word to everyone I know.
It’s been just over a week since Opal and I toured each other’s homes (and beds) for the first time. Since then, we’ve spent every night together. Days are harder because her sole focus has been tying up loose ends here. My focus has been on her, with some work thrown in for good measure.