Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Nick: Such good manners—how could I say no?
Nick: I want you to touch yourself for me. Trace your fingers over those gorgeous tits, down your ribs to your hips. Slide them over your clit slow and steady, tease yourself until you can’t take it anymore, and then stretch yourself out for me. I want you to imagine it’s me when you push your fingers inside yourself.
I’ve imagined Riley touching herself before. Thought about what she would look like bent over with her fingers buried in her pussy, wetness running down her thighs, begging me for more. Fuck, I’ve felt that pussy around my own fingers and muffled her cries with my mouth.
Knowing that she’s listening to my instructions on how to get herself off is better than anything I’ve done before. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I fuck my hand, planting my feet on the bed so I can get just the right angle to rub over the head of my cock, imagining it’s her tongue.
Riley: Fuck. Starting to really wish you were here.
A low, teasing laugh bubbles up from my gut even though she’s not here to hear it. I’m sure it would make her shiver in anticipation.
Nick: Me too, Princess. You’d feel so much better wrapped around me than my hand does. My cock would stretch you out more than your fingers can. I’d fill you all the way up, reach deeper inside you than anyone else ever has.
God, deciding not to ask her for pictures was a mistake, but I won’t change my mind now. It’s utter torture doing this, knowing that it would likely only take a single request to see everything I’ve only imagined up until now.
It’ll make getting her beneath me even sweeter in the long run.
Riley: It’s been a long time for me. I doubt I’d even remember what anyone else felt like.
Oh, fuck.
A moan tears out of me as I throw my head back, picking up the pace while need burns through my veins. That would be a line if it came from anyone else, but I know she’s being serious. It makes me want to brand my fucking name into her skin.
I don’t want her to ever think about anyone but me again.
Riley: I’m close. It feels so good, but I know it would be better if it was you.
Damn right it would.
Nick: You ask for permission before you come, understood?
It won’t be the same, but I want to come with her. I want to imagine what it would be like to fill her up while she milks my cock and moans my name.
Riley: Shit, that’s so hot.
Riley: Please let me come.
I bring my hand up to spit in it again, adding a little more slickness to my strokes as I work myself right up to the edge.
Nick: Such a good girl. Come for me, Princess.
I fall over the edge just as I hit send, my orgasm rocketing through me, punching a groan of Riley’s name out of my throat. My hips pump up into my fist, and I close my eyes to imagine wavy brown hair falling loose over Riley’s shoulders as she climaxes, screaming my name. It’s supremely satisfying and simultaneously nowhere near enough.
It takes several minutes to catch my breath. I hiss when I pull my hand away from my spent cock.
My phone buzzes beside me just as I push up to grab a rag, still too shaky to shower.
Riley: Thank you. Definitely more relaxed now, lol.
I grin as I read through the texts, sated in more ways than one. At least for now.
Nick: I told you, Miss Morgan. I’m always right.
CHAPTER 6
NICK
My mid-morning meeting with Marcus was ultimately uneventful, like many of my meetings with him. He’s annoyingly good at his job while still managing to keep our big brother happy with his level of involvement in the family business. I don’t know why Bruno doesn’t just set his sights on Marcus succeeding him as Mom’s right hand.
It’d be good for everyone, and I’d have more time to do the things I care about.
Like reading through the texts Riley sent me last night instead of reading the reports I should be looking over. She’ll be more important to me than breathing soon if things keep going this way.
I won’t lie, I’ve been obsessed with her since the Halloween party. She stepped into my office with those cute little glasses, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, and a pristine black pencil skirt falling just below her knees, showcasing just enough of her curves to have me salivating. The hungry, demanding part of me wanted to sink my teeth in immediately. I’ve never been good at letting go.
And, well, with the world at my fingertips, there’s no reason to.
The money I spent on hiring a PI was less than what I usually spend on a suit but infinitely more rewarding. I haven’t had a chance to do much with the information, but I have everything from her medical history to the details of her childhood tucked away in a file.