Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Lick me,” he urged.
I did, bending down to run my tongue around the engorged head.
He growled, his fingers fisting in the sheets on both sides of his thighs.
One hand held his length while I explored the tip of his cock with my tongue, while the other caught his balls and swirled them around.
“Mable,” he hissed. “You’re killing me.”
I smiled against the tip, painting it across my lips as I looked up at him. “Patience.”
“I don’t have any left,” he grumbled.
I suckled on the tip, squeezing his cock with my fist, which seemed to help relieve him slightly.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I got him nice and wet, then started to take him deeper and deeper.
Just a bit at a time, until he was down my throat as far as I could take him.
Which, admittedly, wasn’t all that much.
I had a harsh gag reflex. Though Romeo didn’t seem to mind.
“Baby,” he groaned. “I haven’t had this in so long…I’m not…”
I knew what he was trying to say.
He was going to come in my mouth.
Which I was completely okay with.
I hurried my pace, using my mouth and my hands now to help him.
His cock rippled along the underside, and I knew he was close.
“About to come.”
He was.
He did.
His cum spurted into my mouth, and I swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the load he was giving me.
I wasn’t successful, but I did make sure to lick my hands clean when he was through.
He collapsed backward onto the bed, and I felt smug about my performance as I hurried to the bathroom to clean up.
When I got back, he was still on his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“Are you broken?” I teased.
“For the moment.” He held out his hand. “Come straddle my face. That’s all I can muster.”
I crawled up the length of his body. “I think I can do that…”
Twenty-Two
I like my mornings slow and quiet. I want the day to romance me before it tries to fuck me.
—Romeo’s secret thoughts
Romeo
The soup, like everything the woman cooked, was fantastic.
The bread that she’d scrounged up was the perfect addition, too.
She’d seriously missed her calling not opening up her own restaurant.
Oh, and let’s not forget the cookies that she’d pulled out of my freezer and popped into the oven.
“I’m not going to be able to live like this.” I patted my belly. “I feel like I’m going to pop.”
“You’ll live.” She batted her eyelashes at me. “Now, let’s go cuddle under the blankets on the couch and watch Blue Bloods!”
She loved the show.
I’d introduced her to it a week ago, and we were already in the fourth season.
Personally, I hadn’t liked the show all that much myself. Having an issue with cops didn’t necessarily make me all warm and fuzzy inside to watch a cop show. But I always felt like watching the Reagans on the show was how I felt like policing should be. Not what I’d gotten in my own personal experience.
We made it to the couch, and Mable was currently lying curled up against my side, her beautiful head in my lap with her hair going everywhere. My fingers were skimming through the silky locks when my phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of us.
She reached for it with her toes and pinched the device between her big toe and her second toe.
I snorted when she brought it up to me and offered it to me like she was offering it with her hand.
“Thanks,” I teased, tickling her foot when she went to drop it back underneath the blanket.
She snickered and paused the show, yawning slightly as I answered the phone.
“Apollo,” I said, placing the phone to my ear.
“Houston,” Apollo drawled. “We have a problem.”
He’d been at home for a half hour. How could there already be a problem?
“What now?” I grumbled, knowing I wasn’t going to like what he had to say.
“You’re not going to like what I have to say,” Apollo said. “I knew she was good. But I think we fucked up by showing our faces together. She looked into everyone in your life and didn’t find anything, because I’m just that good. But when I showed up, she recognized me. She looked into my life, and she found your old one.”
God.
Dammit.
I’d have to leave.
There was no way I could stay here now.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit!
“Don’t freak out just yet,” he ordered. “You’re well hidden. At this point, she only suspects. But you look nothing like what you used to look like. When you went into prison, you were seventy-five pounds lighter and had the baby face of all baby faces. You don’t look anything like that man anymore. Plus, the old you is dead.”
I closed my eyes as exhaustion washed through me.
I knew this life was too good to be true.
This life. This place. This woman.
Nothing was ever for me.