Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“But what if I wasn’t mad about it? Would you do it?”
“Hold on a second.” He sat up, turned on the lamp, and looked over at me. “What the fuck are you even saying right now?”
I was surprised how rattled he was. “I don’t know. I guess I was just trying to do what you said—talk in bed. Say what I want. You never said it didn’t count if I only wanted to watch.”
Enzo glared at me, his jaw clenched. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Yes, you are, and it’s not funny.” Suddenly he jumped out of bed, taking the pillow that said MR. on it with him, and holding it in front of his crotch. “You’re just fucking with me, trying to make me hard so you can call me a pig again.”
“I am not!” I sat all the way up and noticed his legs were bare. “Did you take your pants off?”
“I was fucking hot,” he snapped. “But I left my underwear on and I wasn’t anywhere near you. I stayed on my side.”
“I’m not accusing you of anything!” I stared at that pillow. “Did I really make you hard?”
“No.”
He was lying. It gave me a kick. “Me? In my plaid flannel pajamas?”
“No,” he insisted.
“I don’t believe you.” I grinned at him and got to my knees on the mattress. “Give me that pillow.”
“Stay back, Bianca.”
“Come on, just give me that pillow.” I crawled onto his side of the bed and made a grab for it.
He backed up. “Quit it!”
“What’s the big deal, Enzo? All I want is the pillow.”
“Well, you can’t have it.”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t want what’s behind it.”
My eyes wandered over his chest and arms and abs. I licked my lips. “Maybe I do.”
“Then prove it.”
“How?”
He lifted his chin, his eyes challenging me. “Take off your pants.”
I hesitated.
For about three seconds.
Nine
Enzo
She fucking did it.
Right in front of my eyes, Bianca quickly wriggled out of those flannel pants and tossed them aside. And then, as if her bare legs weren’t tempting enough, she got back on her knees, and undid the top two buttons on her shirt.
“Shit!” My dick got even harder. “I thought you were bluffing.”
“Well, I’m not.” She undid two more buttons and let the shirt slip off one shoulder. “I’m into this, Enzo. For one night. Are you?”
“What about the contract?”
She shrugged. “How about we draft a . . . a verbal exceptions clause?”
“Like a wedding night exception? Where we suspend the rules?”
“Exactly.”
“And tomorrow it expires?”
“Sure. I think one night should be enough to satisfy our curiosity.”
I cocked a brow. “Is that what we’re calling this?”
“Isn’t that what it is?” She touched her chest. “I’m curious about what you’re hiding behind that pillow. And you’re curious about how far I’ll go to get it.”
She was right. Part of me still thought she was bluffing. But on the slim chance she wasn’t . . . “Your shirt. Off.”
She undid the rest of the buttons, slipped the shirt from her shoulders, held it out to the side and dropped it. “Done.”
My eyes locked onto her breasts with laser-like focus, and I salivated like a fucking teenage boy. They were small but perfect, with adorable apricot-colored nipples I could practically feel beneath my tongue.
“Now you,” she said.
I tossed the stupid MR. pillow aside and stood there with my cock bulging obviously inside my briefs. Her eyes dropped to it, and her lips opened. I couldn’t resist stroking myself through the fitted cotton, balls to tip. Her eyes widened slightly. Her neck and chest flushed pink as the panties she wore, which I wanted to rip off with my teeth.
“Should I keep going?” I asked, sliding my thumb inside the waistband.
She met my eyes and my challenge. “Yes.”
I slid my underwear down my legs and stood up, naked as the day I was born. My cock was thick and veined and hard, curving away from my body and up toward the ceiling. I wrapped my fist around the base of my shaft and slowly worked my hand up and down its length. “So now that you know what was behind the pillow, what else are you curious about?”
She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, like she’d lost her nerve.
I shook my head. “Uh uh. Not tonight, Mrs. Moretti. Tonight you have to say exactly what you want.”
“And you’ll make it happen?” she asked. “You’ll do whatever I say?”
“If it’s humanly possible and it will make you feel good.”
She swallowed and chewed the tip of her thumb, but those blue eyes on my cock told me to push further.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Tell me what you want, or this ends now.”
She dropped her hand, and the words tumbled out in a rush. “I want to know what you’d feel like inside me. I want to know what it’s like to be with someone who puts me first. I want to feel beautiful, irresistible, like I’m worth someone’s forever, like he’ll die if he can’t have me, like he’ll lose his mind if I don’t—”