Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Is that even a question?” she asked, hopping right off the couch. “I’ll go get dressed.”
Yeah.
She’d been borderline obsessed with Famiglia since that first night I’d taken her to eat there. And when we weren’t eating there, we were ordering in from Lucky’s place.
I couldn’t believe I was even thinking it, but I was almost getting sick of my family’s food. I’d kill for a fucking burger and fries or Chinese.
But Roe was like a kid on Christmas morning each time we went. So I would choke down some more pasta and get something different on the way into work the next day.
“I’m dying for the ravioli,” she told me as she came out in one of her old stage dresses. “What?” she asked, pausing at the look I shot her. “Too much?”
It was the same dress she’d been wearing the first time I’d seen her, back when I couldn’t stop myself from walking up to her, from asking her out. Like I’d known from the moment I’d seen her. But had just written it off as attraction at first.
“Come here,” I demanded.
Her brows pinched, but she walked up in front of me.
I reached out, sliding my hand under her skirt, then drawing her panties down.
“Wanted to do this the first time I saw you in that dress,” I told her, leaning forward as my hands ruched up her skirt until it caught around her waist. Then I ducked my head and ran my tongue up the center of her.
A choked moan escaped her as her hands slapped down on my head, holding me against her as I licked and sucked, driving her up the way I knew she liked.
But she wasn’t satisfied with just that.
She pulled back, pushed me against the cushions, then climbed onto my lap.
Her hand went between us, working my cock out of my pants, then sliding it down her wet pussy before lifting up and sinking down.
Her moan mingled with my groan as she took me to the base.
She rode me hard and fast, our breaths going fast and shallow, our heartbeats hammering, her moans filling the apartment as she drove herself up.
Then she was shaking on the verge.
Before her walls were clenching around me as she came, the sensation taking me with her.
Her face was in my neck after, breath panting, body trembling softly.
“Now I have to go clean up,” she said, shooting me small eyes when she sat back.
“Don’t worry. They’ll find a table for us no matter when we show up.”
“The perks of sleeping with someone so well connected,” she teased, climbing off my lap and rushing into the bathroom.
Then we went to get her ravioli.
Roe - 1 year
It wasn’t technically our anniversary since we weren’t married yet. But it was the one-year anniversary of the night we met, the night that changed everything for both of us.
It was something I needed to celebrate.
And I’d been working on it for months, thanks to the salary that had steadily come in from Remo down in Atlantic City.
Milo was out of town, thanks to a favor I asked of Luca Grassi to, essentially, get rid of him for a few days so I could get this done without him.
It started a while back with the tank designers.
Then the contractors because this kind of tank required support from below.
Which meant I was basically sneaking people into the house for the past few months to do work without Milo knowing. Though basically his whole family did know, so I felt less weird about it.
But the lally columns and beams were in place.
The tank had been built.
The water and plants that had been carefully cultivated for months so they had the perfect pH were all in place, along with fun hides, filters, and all that jazz.
So I was just standing back to watch the goldfish get placed in the tank.
I’d gotten him two of his Telescopes, a Lionhead, a Ranchu, an Oranda, a Comet, a Black Moore, a Butterfly, and a few regular Fantails in different colors.
Technically, with this tank size, it could hold up to thirty or forty goldfish. But after a ton of research (really, I was a fish expert at this rate) I’d decided to go on the low end. First, so they all had a ton of space to swim around. Second, goldfish were really dirty fish. Which meant it was hard to keep the tank clean, the water balanced, and the fish alive if you overfilled things.
I’d had it installed in Milo’s office at our new house. Mostly because he spent a lot of time there. But also because when we first viewed the house, he’d waved at that very wall and said, “What the hell can we do with that?” because it just looked so odd and out of place in the room.