Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“And do you know who the man is that wrote the note?” I asked, intrigued.
Mig nodded.
“Liam Cornell.”
The world dropped out from under my feet.
I placed my hand over my mouth, but the words were out before I could stop them.
“I told you so!”
I was mature like that.
Mig’s grin flashed.
“Yeah, you did, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“So how do you know for sure that that was him?” I asked.
“I didn’t piss anyone else off lately,” he said dryly.
I pursed my lips.
“So what are we going to do now?” I asked.
“We aren’t going to do anything. I’m going to take him down with whatever means possible,” he countered.
I snorted.
“So this was why you refused to see me anymore?” I asked bluntly.
He frowned.
“I told you last night…you might not remember…” he started.
I held up my hand. “Oh, I remember everything.”
He raised his brows at me as if to say, ‘well why’d you ask?’ And I laughed.
“That’s no reason to stop seeing someone. Seems we’d be better off together rather than separate.”
He raised his brow at me, and I suddenly became very aware that we were alone in a room.
And I had a freakin’ dildo in my hand, and I was shaking it as I scolded him.
“You can put the weapon down,” he held up his hands.
I snorted, tossing it at him.
Which he caught.
Easily.
He examined the dildo in his hand, then looked back at me with amusement.
“It’s not mine,” I said.
He grinned.
“What kind were you using last night? Do you know that I have your apartment wired? I heard every single moan,” he moved closer. “Every single sigh.” Closer still. “And every single time you called my name.”
By the time he was finished, he had me backed up against the door.
His lower body pinned mine to the door, and I bit my lip as I felt every single inch of him.
Steel hard.
Primed.
Ready.
And that was only his cock.
The rest of him was just as hard, and my hands went up to grip onto his shoulders as I stared into his soulful eyes.
“You’re sure you want me? Want this?” He asked, pressing into me.
I swallowed thickly.
I nodded, so very sure that I wasn’t hesitant at all.
Not even a little bit.
Then his mouth was on mine.
He ravaged me with only his lips against mine.
It was me who gasped, and my eyes nearly crossed when he swept his tongue inside…stealing away every thought with one single kiss.
He growled into my mouth, leaning down slightly to pick me up.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and I thanked God and every single person that had had a hand in the dress I was wearing. The seamstress, the person that picked the cotton. The fucking plastic model at the store that modeled it so well that I was enticed to buy it.
His rough palmed hand slid up the outside of my thigh, coming to a rest at the curve of my ass.
The other one framed my chin and part of my throat, holding me still for the taking.
His cock, that glorious cock, started to slowly grind into me.
And I gasped into his mouth, stealing the breath from his lungs.
“God,” I breathed.
He continued to kiss me, and I could feel my excitement slickening my pussy.
“Oh, my God,” I groaned when his mouth left mine, traveling down the length of my throat to come to a stop at my collarbone.
There, he sucked the skin into his mouth, making my eyes cross as I started to really grind down on his cock as much as I could, since the door was at my back.
And then suddenly, this wasn’t a kiss any longer.
Any semblance of control flew out the window.
We didn’t care that this wasn’t the back room of my salon.
We didn’t care that the cops were outside wanting to question me about my whereabouts last night.
We didn’t care about anything but us.
This.
Now.
Hands started to move, my panties were ripped off of me, then his zipper was lowered.
I bit my lip, watching Mig as he pulled his cock through the opening in his jeans.
Not an easy task.
Especially considering that his cock was not on the small side.
In fact, on a scale from small to enormous, Mig’s cock was more on the huge size of large.
It looked angry as it pulsed with each beat of his heart, and I bit my lip, looking into his eyes only to see his trained on me.
“You’re sure? I won’t give you back after this,” he growled.
“Who would you give me back to?” I breathed, moving my hand down to grip his cock. “And even if there was someone, I wouldn’t go back. I’ve been yours since you moved here.”
I used my thighs to lift my hips and placed him at my entrance.
He froze at the mention of me being his since I first saw him.
But I didn’t give him time to ask questions; instead, I lined my entrance up with the head of his cock, then sank down onto him.