Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Get there. Your tight pussy is going to make me come. Take me with you, Millicent,” I growl along the outer shell of her ear with each punch of my hips. Those long fingers of hers ramp things up, and it’s a damn good thing, too. I wasn’t joking when I said she was pulling me right along with her. The way my balls are drawing tight, it won’t be long until I’m coming inside this stupid fucking condom.
“Ezra.” She moves her fingers faster, up and down, side to side, head tipped back, body locking up, a throaty moan leaving her mouth, a torrent of wetness coating the two of us even more. And damn her, she’s clenching down on my cock so tightly she pulls me right along with her, causing my cum to jet out of me.
“Jesus,” I breathe out. Our bodies are slick with sweat, hers completely depleted of energy, falling back against my chest. There’s no fucking way I’m through with her, not for a long fucking time.
“That was hot. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.” I grunt, not responding. She has, multiple times, and she’ll always come like that if I have anything do with it.
“Hop up, sunshine. I need to deal with this condom. Plus, we both need a shower.” The sheets need to be changed, too, but that can wait until later. I’ve got a craving, a craving only Millicent can quench. Our night is just starting, and it won’t end for a long time to come.
EIGHTEEN
Millie
“Hey, Sasha, can you handle the front for a little while? I’ve got a call coming in,” I ask when the AirPod in my ear announces that Perry from United Banking is calling. Tasha officially quit a few days ago. The girl is a basket case and had the audacity to ask for a severance package. I couldn’t do anything but laugh through telling her that the only time that happens is if you were laid off. I still have no I idea how Sasha and Tasha are even remotely related.
“Not a problem,” she replies, nodding. I walk—okay, fine, I powerwalk toward the back office, pressing on my headphone to answer the call along the way.
“Hello, this is Millie.”
“Hello, Millie, this is Perry. I’m calling to follow up with you about your loan.” I’m not sure if I should be excited or nervous. It’s been days since our meeting and he submitted my paperwork to the loan processing department. Ezra and Perry both told me this could take up anywhere from three to seven business days, and Ezra warned me that the longer it took, the worse it might be.
“Hey, Perry, I hope this call comes with good news?” I ask with hopefulness in my voice while combatting the need to throw up what little I was able to eat this morning, since I knew it could be today or any of the next four days when I’d receive this phone call. Ezra was ready to tie me to a chair and force me to eat something before dropping me off at work. Begrudgingly, like a petulant child, I ate half a slice of toast, drank a few sips of coffee knowing caffeine on a stomach full of knots wasn’t a great idea, and that was it.
“As a matter of fact, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” This figures. My personal life is doing freaking amazing, and my career is something I’ve been working on for nearly ten years, taking business classes in college and watching how-to videos in order to take my job as a barista up a notch.
“Why is that question always the hardest to answer?” I collapse in the office chair, take my hair out of its bun to assuage the tension headache that’s building in my temples. I can’t believe I’m admitting this to myself, but I could really use Ezra right about now. Why do I have to be this independent woman all the damn time? “Good news, please,” I finally answer.
“Well, the good news is you’ve been approved for the full loan amount. Congratulations, Millie,” Perry says. A smile fills my face. It’s going to be short-lived with bad news, I’m sure, but for right now, I’m going to take it as a massive win. There’s nothing like sinking your whole life savings into a business plan that has bad news to come with it.
“You and Ezra were right,” I say out loud. Perry has no idea that I’m associated with him; if I were to tack on his last name, I know I’d be treated differently, which comes with a big fat no thanks.
“Don’t tell your gentleman friend that too much. I thank you for the compliment all the same. Now, for the not-so good news. It could be a formality, and we may not have the right address; we find that happens with snowbirds who move to Florida to retire. Sometimes, they rent a house and don’t bother changing their address until they’re home is built. As of right now, though, we can’t contact Bonnie and Chad, Millie.” That sinking feeling in my gut returns. Something isn’t right. Eight months ago, we spoke weekly, then it went down to every two weeks, which was fine, no big deal. The communication slowly dwindled to once a month. These past few months, though, it’s been nearly impossible to get ahold of them. Scott isn’t even around, not helping at all in any situations.