Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” a low voice murmurs to my left.
“Yeah.” I shift my gaze. Vik is standing near me now. Rafe slipped away at some point. His dark eyes are fixed on the same exact spot mine are on. His expression is unreadable, an asset in the boardroom. Right now, it’s tight, a rigid mask that can only mean he’s keeping something massive under wraps. He stares at Romy for a long, heavy beat, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticks under his skin.
“I’m out,” he mutters. He offers a curt, distracted, “Good night,” before he walks away, his long strides cut through the party with a heavy urgency. He doesn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone else, just vanishes down the hallway toward the penthouse elevator. Before I can fully process his sudden exit, I look back toward the balcony doors. Romy is watching the space where Vik stood. Her face has gone entirely pale, a look of conflict mars her face. She quietly slips her purse over her shoulder, murmurs something to Cory, and leaves the penthouse, too, her exit is as abrupt as Vik’s was.
“Didn’t think Vik had a flare for the dramatic,” Rafe reappears murmuring dryly, a sharp, calculating look on his face. I don’t answer. I set my glass down and begin walking across the room, navigating past a laughing Genny and Jett until I reach Cory.
The second she feels my presence, she turns into me, her small hands finding my waist as she looks up at me, eyes clouded with a lingering worry.
“Sweetheart,” I mutter. My hand cups the back of her neck, thumb soothing the soft skin beneath her hair. “Are you okay?” She looks toward the door where Romy and Vik exited, then back up at me, her chest rising and falling in a stressed manner.
“Dom, something suspicious is happening.” Her voice drops to a quiet, hushed whisper, so the others won’t overhear. She grips the fabric of my vest, leaning in close to my chest. “Between Romy and Vik. I don’t know exactly what it is, but the air between them, it’s like a ticking time bomb. It’s going to blow up soon, Dom. I can feet it.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush against my body, offering her the solid anchor she needs right now. I glance back toward the empty hallway where my oldest friend fled. Vik is like a lockbox, and Romy is just as guarded. Whatever storm is brewing between them, the warning signs are flashing red.
“Let it blow,” I whisper against Cory’s temple, kissing her soft skin as I hold her tightly. “Whatever it is, they’ll have to face it. But tonight? Tonight is about us.”
epilogue
DOM
Two Months Later
The bedroom is quiet save for the heavy echoing sound of our breathing. I’m in the chair facing the Seattle skyline, and Cory is in my lap, completely naked, riding my cock. Our skin is slick with sweat, a deliberate tilt of her hips is driving me out of my ever-loving mind. I keep my hands clamped firmly on her waist to anchor her while she straddles my lap. Her eyes are glazed with desire and raw pleasure as she sets an agonizingly slow pace. Her hands grip the tops of my thighs, fingers curling into my skin every time she slides down my hard cock, burying me completely inside her hot tight cunt.
“Dom,” she pants softly with a breathless rasp. She pauses her movements for a fraction of a second, full of my dick, and I flex inside her. I look down at where we’re joined. The lips of her pussy flare out, her bare cunt glistening with wetness, and I can see her pulse around me. “Dom,” Cory says my name again, gaining my attention. It’s damn hard to look away. I do reluctantly, landing on her eyes. “We need an amendment.”
“An amendment on what, sweetheart?” I let out a low growl, my thumbs digging slightly into the soft flesh of her hips. I drag the tip of my finger downward, drawing closer to her clit, and when it meets the tightened bundle of nerves, I circle it clockwise before stroking counterclockwise.
“A new contract,” she whispers. A breathless smile tugs at her lips as she begins to slowly rock against me. She’s coming up with a contract of her own, this one verbal, and she’s doing it while fucking my cock. “Since we threw all the old paperwork out the window, I think it’s only fair I set some new terms.” I chuckle. The deep rumbling in my chest vibrates against hers when I lean into her.
“I’m listening. Lay out your terms.” She leans forward, her bare breasts brushing against me. My mouth waters to take her nipples in my mouth.
“Term number one,” she mutters, her hips shifting in a circle that makes me clench my jaw. It’s damn hard giving up the reins to let your wife take control. “We keep this freedom. We go on vacation when we want, wherever we want, without asking anyone for permission.” She’s been liking the somewhat free life we’ve built over the past couple of months, it seems.