Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you are too good,” I groaned.
She moaned, sending a strong vibration along the length of my dick. Her hand pumped faster, her tongue swiveling around the thick tip, and all it took was one more swallow from her to make me quake and for a deep groan to break free.
I gripped the back of her head as I came, lurching forward and cursing. I could feel all of it spilling down her throat, hot and swift. Her mouth was fucking magical, wrapped all the way around me, taking me whole. As if she could be more perfect, she swallowed every drop while peering at me, as if seeking approval.
“Yes,” I breathed, twitching as she lapped her tongue around me again to clean up the mess. “You are amazing. So, so amazing.”
When she released me with a pop of her lips, I hauled her back up to my lap, and she laughed as I kissed the crook of her neck. Greedy myself, I placed her on her back on the sofa, spread her legs apart, and ate her pussy.
And damn, was she delicious.
Twenty-Nine
Octavia
There was knocking in the distance.
I groaned as I rolled over on the bed, only to bump into a large, warm body. I blinked through bleary vision, and when it cleared up, I saw Javier lying next to me, eyes shut and mouth slightly ajar.
I took a look around, realizing I was in his room of the penthouse suite—and in his bed.
The knocking started up again, louder this time.
“Shit.” I rolled over, scrambling for my phone on the nightstand. It was seven thirty in the morning. Who the hell was knocking this early on a Saturday?
I climbed out of bed—completely naked, might I add—but not before hissing Javier’s name.
He groaned, and instead of waking up, he turned onto his side and burrowed himself deeper beneath the comforter.
“I swear you sleep like a bear,” I muttered. I hurried through the hallway and searched for the pajamas I’d worn last night. I found the cupcake-print shorts first. My shirt was behind the sofa.
The knocking resumed, this time with a voice on the other end. “Hijo, it’s me! Open the door,” Paola called.
Oh, double shit. His mother was on the other side of the damn door, and here I was standing naked in the living room. I hastily slipped into my shorts.
“Tava?” I whipped my head up to see Aleesa now standing in the living room. “Ewww!” she squealed. “You naked!”
It didn’t help that she had a fit of giggles afterward. Good thing she was young. She’d never remember seeing her nanny naked . . . I hoped.
I slipped into my shirt as Aleesa wandered toward one of the floor-to-ceiling windows to stare at the skyline. Then I hurried to the bathroom to grab a robe and thrust an arm into each sleeve.
“Coming, Paola!” I had no time to tie my robe as I rushed to the door and unlocked it.
When I opened it, Paola narrowed her eyes. Then she scanned me, taking in the robe hanging off my shoulder as well as a bit of rumpled pajamas beneath it. I bet my locs were a hot mess because I fell asleep without my bonnet.
Javier and I had several more tequila shots and read for a bit more, then we took a break to talk about random things, like his last season of basketball and how he wanted to build a garden so Aleesa could learn how to grow her own food.
After that, all I remember was his large body on me again and his tongue sweeping through my mouth. How had we even made it to the bedroom?
With Paola was Catalina, who stood a step or so behind her mother, with her phone in hand and a pair of cat-eye Versace sunglasses on. She looked at me over the sunglasses, then suppressed a laugh as she slipped her phone into her back pocket.
Paola frowned at me, clearing her throat. “Buenos días, Octavia.” She greeted me with a cold, hard, cheerless voice. “Where is my son?”
“He’s still sleeping,” I answered, pulling up the robe to cover my shoulder, then self-consciously folding my arms over my chest.
“Well, he should wake up soon. We are just stopping by to let you all know we ordered room service for everyone to enjoy a nice breakfast.” Her eyes flicked up and down again. “Javier said he wanted to view the billboard at nine, right?”
“Yes, I think so.” I tried racking my brain for the answer. My mind was still stuck on last night . . . on her son’s you-know-what inside my you-know-what.
“Well, we’d better get a jump on it to beat traffic.” It was Catalina’s turn to speak. Paola was still frowning at me.
Aleesa padded across the room and pushed by me to get to her grandmother.