Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Sure,” I said, hoping I wouldn’t be alone with Wolfe at that location. It was nice that we had some space from each other during the workday. Because if we were alone and there was a solid piece of furniture in the room…that would be bad.
Wolfe continued to eat, unafraid to look at me all he wanted right in front of my father, like he dared him to say something.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand it, feel the heat from Wolfe’s stare giving me third-degree burns on my cheeks and neck. Before Wolfe set foot on our property, my life had been predictable and mediocre, and while it had been boring at the time, I kinda missed it.
Because I hadn’t taken a single breath since.
Most of the men cleared out for the night. The staff cleaned up the tables and returned them to where they were supposed to be on the patio, which could easily accommodate a hundred people like a restaurant.
My father turned in for the night, my brother ran off with some of the other guys, and everyone slowly filed out.
I helped the staff clean up because there was so much to do. I brought a bin to the table and started to place the dirty wineglasses inside when someone came up beside me. A man’s tattooed hand reached forward and grabbed a couple glasses before he set them in the bin.
Wolfe.
“You don’t have to help.”
“Neither do you.” He grabbed the bin and held it as he walked with me, so I could quickly grab the glasses off the table and place them gently on top, stacking them. “But where you go, I go. So here we are.”
I continued to collect the glasses and set them in the bin while he held it, the increasing weight not seeming to bother him.
“Besides, maybe we can hook up in the cellar afterward.”
“Ah, there it is.”
He chuckled as he moved behind me. “Can you blame me? With an ass like that…”
I turned back around. “Keep your voice down. Some of the windows are open—”
“With an ass like that,” he said loudly, grinning widely.
I smacked him on the arm. “You really are fucking crazy.”
“It’s what I’ve been saying,” he said, his dark eyes playful and so damn pretty. “Not my fault you didn’t believe me.”
After we finished collecting the wineglasses, Wolfe carried the tub into the house and set it on the kitchen island so the staff could wash them after they were done with the other dishes. When he came back, we collected the empty wine bottles so we could have them recycled tomorrow.
The last items left were the centerpieces and the olive oil bottles before the tables would be back to their normal, cleared state.
Wolfe came close to me, his arm brushing mine. “Meet me in the cellar.”
“Why don’t we just meet at the house?”
“You think I can wait that long after watching you bend over all night?” He walked off before I had the chance to say anything.
I carried all the bottles of olive oil to the pantry inside, and when I returned to the patio, the rest of the staff were pulling the tables and chairs apart to return them to their previous positions.
I headed downstairs and walked along the side of the house, sticking close so I wouldn’t be seen through the windows if anyone looked. I moved to the other side and approached the cellar doors before I headed down the uneven stone steps to the next level.
One of the overhead lamps secured to the ceiling was on, so it wasn’t completely dark, and he stood waiting for me, a man too tall for the low underground space. The second I was within reach, he grabbed me hard and tugged me into him, pulling us into a heated embrace, every sound we made amplified against the stone around us.
It was cold down in that grave of stone, but he quickly warmed me with his muscular arms and chest. He kissed me harder than he ever had, broke our lips apart to kiss the side of my mouth and then my neck while he fisted my hair. “You think it was easy to sit there and look at you in this fucking dress all night?” He yanked up my dress and grabbed both of my cheeks with his big hand before he kissed me again, lifting me up and putting me on the table where I’d stitched one of his cuts. He grabbed my thong and yanked it down, lifting me slightly to get it off and tossed it on the floor. Then he took hold of my hips and tugged me to the edge of the table before he unfastened his belt and jeans with a single hand and shoved himself inside me. He released a loud, almost angry moan as he entered me. He gripped the back of my hair while he fucked me on the table, hard and fast like he hadn’t already fucked me a dozen times.