Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Great. Thanks.”
Naomi’s eyes dropped down. She covered her mouth. “Oh my God. You can’t take the subway like that. If you wind up having to stand, that thing will be right in someone’s face.”
I looked down. When the adrenaline rush had changed from sucking her face to saving a client, I’d forgotten all about my needy dick. But apparently it needed more than a few minutes to catch up. It looked like a small arm was trying to escape from my pants.
“Shit, let me get my suit jacket to hold and cover it up.”
“You should probably drive or call an Uber so you have a little privacy while that thing calms down.”
“Sweetheart, this thing isn’t calming down until after it’s inside you.”
Chapter 22
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DAWSON
On Saturday I went into the office for a few hours before going over to Mr. Langone’s office to do a quick summary of all the cases the feds had confiscated over my objections. By the time I walked back out to the street, there was barely enough time for me to run home and take a shower before I was supposed to pick up Naomi for our date.
At seven, I stood in the hallway of Naomi’s sister’s building, dressed in navy slacks and a white button-down. I had a jacket in the car since the restaurant where I’d made a reservation was pretty fancy. I lifted my hand to knock with an equal amount of eagerness and apprehension. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt nervous about a date. It might have been never.
Frannie, Naomi’s sister, opened the door and smiled. “Well, I wasn’t delusional from fever after all. You’re just as handsome as I remember.”
I smiled back. “You look a hell of a lot better than the last time I saw you.” Frannie’s color had returned. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes bright. It made the resemblance to her sister much clearer.
The door had been open three quarters of the way, but it suddenly whooshed wide. Ryder stood behind his mom and folded his arms across his chest. “What are your intentions with my aunt Naomi?”
My lip twitched. “I intend to feed her a good meal.”
“What’s in it for me? How about bringing a cannoli home?”
Frannie swatted her son playfully. “Stop being a butthead, Ryder.” She motioned me in. “Come on in. Naomi’s just finishing getting ready.”
I followed the two of them into the kitchen.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Frannie asked.
“I’m good. Thanks.”
She leaned against the kitchen counter. “So where are you kids going this evening?”
“Eleven Madison Park. It’s vegan.”
“Oh wow. Fancy. That’s Michelin starred, isn’t it?”
I grinned. “Three Michelin stars.”
Frannie chuckled. “You hoping that gets you bonus points?”
Considering I’d had to bribe a friend of a friend who works as a bartender there with my Yankees tickets for when they play the Mets in order to get a reservation, definitely. Yet I shrugged. “It’s a big menu. Figured I couldn’t hate everything.”
“She’s gonna love it.”
A door creaked open down the hall, and a few seconds later, Naomi walked out. I’d been in the middle of saying something—I have no damn clue what now—when I forgot I was even having a conversation. I might’ve also drooled a little.
Frannie leaned in with a smirk. “Close your mouth, counselor.”
But I couldn’t, because this woman literally took my breath away. I am so fucked. Naomi had on a kelly green silk dress with spaghetti straps that looked like a slip. It draped at the neck, showing the perfect hint of cleavage. Her pale skin contrasted starkly with the color, making it look even creamier than usual, and I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes from her pert nipples. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra, and I might’ve offered a silent prayer to God to thank him for air conditioning. And if that wasn’t enough to turn a man inside out, then the smell hit me. Coconut wafted through the air. It made me salivate, but it wasn’t fruit I was dying to eat.
Naomi read my face and grinned triumphantly. “Hi.”
“You look…” I shook my head and tried to come up with an appropriate word to use in mixed company. But all that came to mind was sexy as fuck, mouthwatering, and like a wet dream. I swallowed and settled on, “really nice.”
Lame, I know. Though I made a mental note to tell her what I really thought once her sister and nephew were no longer around. Kelly green was definitely her color. It might’ve been the first time I understood why she thought bright colors improved her mood. My mood had sure as hell improved getting a load of her in that dress. Then again, I was pretty confident her outfit could’ve been black and I’d be floating on cloud nine.
“You said the restaurant was dressy, but I wasn’t sure how dressy. I hope this is okay?”