Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Emily raised her eyebrows and rinsed away the soap on my shoulders. “What are you thinking about, baby?”
“You.”
“I like when you think about me.”
“Good. I do this often.”
She grinned. “And I think about you more than I should.”
“That is not a thing, mysh. You are only to be thinking of my sons or me in your days and nights.”
“Oh. Is that how it should be?”
“Yes.” I gripped her hips harder and pulled her closer.
She shoved my hands away and stepped back. “What are you doing?”
“Back to our discussion on my getting pussy.” I grabbed her body again and pulled her to me. Unfortunately, we were both so wet, it allowed for her to easily slip out of my hold.
I sneered and tried to grab her.
Laughing, she rushed out of the shower so fast I couldn’t even get her.
Damn it.
“Whew.” She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. “I’m finally getting my speed back.”
Frowning, I walked over and stood in the shower’s doorway. “Come here, mysh. You are still a little dirty.”
“You are the one that is dirty. I’m clean.” She grabbed a towel and slung it at me.
I caught it. “If I have to chase you for the pussy today, then you will go to sleep aching.”
She headed out of the bathroom. “We’ll see, liev.”
A grunt left me.
Chapter four
Cuddly
Kazimir
Several blue-balled minutes later, we finished dressing.
My mouse had picked out our outfits, placing me in a lightweight, tailored linen suit in a light shade of beige. I preferred black or dark blue, but Emily claimed New Orleans was notorious for the heat and that the dark, thick fabrics would cause heat. Plus, I was intrigued with her dressing me.
To my pleasure, the suit fit me well. Everything was slightly tapered to my liking. She had even paired it with a crisp linen button-down shirt and high-quality leather loafers.
She went to the side of the room, picked up a straw hat, and brought it over to me. “Here. This will help.”
“Who? A farmer?”
“This is a designer—”
“Straw?” I glared. “You already did not give me any pussy and put me in linen. Let us not push this.”
“Take the hat, Kaz, and try it on.”
I grabbed the hat and then tossed it in the trash. “Now you are going too far.”
“The hat is to shield you from the sun.”
“What is the sun to a lion?”
She groaned in annoyance. “Whatever.”
I watched her stroll away, enjoying the view. As usual, my mouse exuded elegance. Today, she wore a flowing pink dress made from this thin material.
“Interesting.” I headed over to touch it.
“No. Stay your ass over there.”
“I just want to touch your dress.”
“There’s no need to touch it.”
“What is that material—silk or chiffon?”
“It is the kind of material you don’t touch.”
The dress had a fitted bodice and a slightly flared skirt that reached her ankles. She paired it with these tan strappy sandals.
Gold hoops dangled from her ears. I imagined the earrings bouncing when I slammed my cock into her.
Emily grinned. “Stop looking at me that way.”
I raised my hands and finished buttoning the top of my shirt.
She sprayed some sweet-smelling perfume on herself.
Someone knocked.
She set the perfume down. “Come in.”
Baba entered. “How is my favorite couple?”
“Not so happy.” I grumbled and then spotted Emilio in her arms. “Well. . .now I am happy.”
“Ignore him.” Emily strolled Baba’s way.
Paolo came in too, holding a large cookie in his hand. Chocolate smeared on his fingers and wrist.
How is he already dirty?
I checked Emilio and then Paolo, realizing they were both wearing matching green overalls and white short-sleeved shirts.
For some reason, that brought a big smile to my face.
“I really like this new look, Kazimir.” Baba nodded. “You look like the Lion on vacation.”
“I thought it would be better than his signature thick designer black suits. In New Orleans, we need less Brotherhood Boss of all Bosses and more cuddly lion.”
I sneered. “Cuddly?”
“Good morning.” Emily landed a kiss on Baba’s cheek. “How are my babies?”
Paolo showed Emily the cookie in his hand. “Look, mysh.”
“I see. You are so lucky.” Emily shook her head and then frowned at Baba. “A cookie for breakfast? That’s how we are going to start the trip?”
Baba held complete innocence on her face. “There’s vitamin C and D in that cookie.”
“There are no vitamins in cookies. You are spoiling Paolo as usual. We talked about this.”
“And I declared that, I will spoil them all I want.”
My mouse grabbed Emilio out of Baba’s arms. “And how is my little prince?”
Baba huffed. “You are just going to take my baby without asking?”
Emilio cooed.
Shaking her head, Emily headed back over to the bed and sat down with our son. “Did he keep his wet nurses busy?”
“Very busy.” Baba perused my outfit again and gave me a thumbs up.
I deepened my frown.
How long do they think I will be a good little lion?