Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Is everything okay? Anything I could look over to help you with?” I ask, my hands going to his hips the second he is within touching distance. He surrounds me, closing in on my petite frame. Towering over me, he takes my round face in his hands. They manage to cover almost my entire face. His fingers end in the hair at the temples of my head. I lean into his touch, softly nestling his warmth like a cat.
“You’re doing it now. You look beautiful. How do you feel?” He takes the opposite hand I’m not nestled in and moves it to my long blonde hair. I woke up and brushed through my night before curls and I am sure I look just like any other woman when I wake but his compliment is welcomed and never dull.
“I’m still sore. Really sore,” I answer. Nico had to go away for nearly a week and business was as usual, stressful, exhausting, and we both hated the separation. He slipped into bed at two in the morning, waking me up with his cock buried deep.
“Mi principessa, so warm and tight. Open your slutty legs more for me.”
“Il mio re,” I whimper, opening more and letting him in. When my eyes adjusted to the bedside lamp, he turned on to watch us, my eyes welled with tears. I missed him too much.
“I’m home now, my love. Don’t cry.”
“Stop leaving.”
I blush at the brief memory of last night. Nico was at my body for over four hours. I slept a mere two hours after before I had to wake our three children up and get them ready for the day. Nico however never went to bed. He still hasn’t.
“I’m sorry, I promise to go much softer tonight. If your body can take me again.” How can he still put so much red in my cheeks?
“Nico,” I cry, more like a wounded whimper. I love this man.
“I had to go straight to work after I had my night with you. I can still smell the traditore on me from this morning. Let me wash him off and then we will head to breakfast. I would like to stop and talk to the kids as well. Then I’m all yours.”
“They don’t know you’re home yet. You’ll be a distraction from school.” I giggle, untucking his shirt and putting my hands against his warm defined flesh.
“That’s okay, I pay a lot of money for their home schooling. Two minutes with me will grant their teacher another two thousand, won’t it?” Biting my lip, I nod.
“Fair. She probably loves the interruptions in that case.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. Softly nipping along with the top lip kiss.
“Mm, you still taste like me. Fuck me.” He hums.
“I didn’t shower yet. I wanted to keep your scent for as long as I could. I went too long without it.” I’m unashamed of the admission.
“Emelia Valiente, you are such a delight. Do not keep this up, you’ll regret it.”
I test him a little bit, better yet, tease him. I unbuckle his belt and slide my hand into the snug material and grip his warm, thick cock. The girth is too wide to fit my hand completely around.
“Emelia,” he warns.
“What are you going to do, Nico? Blow your load in my hand. I will just rub it into my pussy again.”
His eyes darken and he squeezes my neck, blocking my airways slightly and I smile up at him unabashed. My giggle comes out in a mocking way, and he tightens his grip, only allowing a small amount of air to pass through.
“I will tie you to the bed and come on every inch of your body if you keep it up. Breakfast with me or I come, and you don’t—for tempting me.” That is the last thing I want. I’m wound too tight for denial play. Usually, I love when he gets me to the edge repeatedly and stopping just as I’m about to peak, but not right now. Because of this I surrender. Nico is always a guaranteed threat.
We release each other and take a few steps back. Realizing we are both heady breathing, we smile.
“Give me ten minutes,” he says, passing me and not leaving me with even a touch.
Probably for the best. The second I am alone his absence can be felt all over. Nico has been under so much stress lately; I can’t help but worry about him and want to focus on distracting him. I look around the office as I turn to leave and there is a force that stops me. My eyes home in on the packet he was mulling over and that tingle of curiosity shoots up my back. One thing we agreed on after we took down my crooked family that nearly put me six feet under—I wouldn’t get mixed up in his work.