Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Peaches, do you have any idea what your orgasms do to me?” he asks as he reaches down with his other hand and tears my panties from my body.
“Dominick!” I chide. “At this rate, I’m going to have no underwear left.”
“Good,” he says. “Now, lift.”
He taps my ass, and I rise, swinging my leg around so I’m straddling him. He guides the head of his cock into me, and inch by inch, I slowly lower myself onto his hard length. It’s the first time I’ve been on top, and I’ve never felt so full. When my butt meets his thighs, we groan in unison at the way he fits so snugly inside of me.
“It feels like you’re hitting my cervix,” I joke, then blush when I realize how unsexy that sounds.
Of course, Dominick simply grins, taking it as a compliment. “You riding me, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you from the bottom?”
I attempt to ride him, but in the position I’m in on his lap, I can’t use my feet to lift myself up and down. When I pout, he chuckles, captures my mouth with his, and grabs my ass cheeks.
We work together—him moving me up and down and me swiveling my hips to hit the spot that feels good—and within minutes, we both find our release.
I never knew it could be like this. The connection we share goes deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. I didn’t know what I was missing until Dominick, and now, I can’t imagine going a day without him.
“Best dessert before dinner,” he says with a smirk that has my eyes rolling upward.
How a man can be so deadly and serious yet cheesy astounds me.
“Come, baby,” he says, pulling out and grabbing a napkin to stop his cum from ruining our outfits. “Let’s get cleaned up and eat. Our night is only beginning.”
Breakfast for dinner.
An entire art gallery to ourselves.
And a walk along the beach, where he had a picnic with dessert—actual dessert—waiting for us.
“You realize you’ve set the bar high,” I tell him on the way home.
“I’m okay with that,” Dominick says, focusing on the road.
It’s late, nearly two in the morning, but I don’t feel tired. It’s probably the adrenaline buzzing through me from our evening together. Tonight was amazing. More than amazing. And I never wanted it to end.
“Just remember that when—” My words are cut off by the sound of Dominick’s phone ringing.
Matteo’s name flashes across the screen and my stomach sinks—for him to be calling this late, it can’t be good.
“Yeah,” he says over Bluetooth after accepting the call.
“I just left the precinct. Four of our guys were arrested for distribution tonight.”
“Let me guess,” Dominick says, his jaw clenched in anger. “The mayor.”
“According to my guy, he signed off on it. Had the cops searching everywhere for them, determined to bring them in. The guy is starting to piss me the fuck off.”
“Could you be arrested?” I ask Dominick, thoughts of him ending up in jail and leaving Damien and me flashing through my head.
“We could,” Matteo answers before Dominick can, “but it wouldn’t hold.”
“I’ll contact Michael in the morning,” Dominick says. “It should give you time to handle things on your end.”
“On it,” Matteo says.
“Who’s Michael?” I ask.
I should probably stop asking questions, but Dominick has never told me to mind my business, and he’s never refused to answer me. If I’m going to be in this life with him, then I want to be in the know. Knowledge is power after all.
“Our attorney on retainer,” Dominick says to me. Then, to Matteo, he says, “Meet me in my office downtown tomorrow morning so we can go over things.”
“You’re going to the office?” Matteo asks in confusion, most likely because Dominick has been working from home since Damien and I moved in, only going into the office on occasion.
“Yeah. I promised my future wife I’d keep the violence out of our home. And I am a man of my word.”
He ends the call, and a chill spreads through my body at his words. Dominick is pissed. But he’s containing it for me. I love that he’s willing to do that, but also …
“I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me. I like knowing what’s going on. I want us to be open with each other and talk. I can handle it.”
Dominick pulls up to the wrought iron gate, and the guard lets us through. The garage door opens, and he pulls into the bay and turns off the car.
“What you said means a lot to me,” he says, stroking the side of my face. “And I will talk to you, but whoever is doing this is starting a war, and I won’t bring that into our home. I couldn’t protect my mom and sister, but I will do everything in my power to protect you and Damien. You two have filled these walls with love and laughter and fucking light, and I won’t darken it with this shit.”