Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ever letting him go.” I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.
“Good.” She nods, a slow confirmation that carries wisdom, and then she totally throws me under the bus in front of my caveman. “Go clean yourself up, honey. I don't know what you did with that man, but you smell like dog and sunshine.”
“Oh my God,” I mumble under my breath as Sullivan laughs.
“I’m going to walk Romi up to her door if you don’t mind, Ms. Viola?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mr. Midnight.”
Taking that cue, we walk around the back of the house to my apartment. At my door, Sullivan pulls me into his arms and kisses me to within an inch of my life.
When Angus starts barking nonstop from the truck, Sullivan lays his forehead against mine and groans, “I’m going to start buying the cheap treats if he keeps cock blocking me.”
“No, you aren’t.” I laugh and step into my living room before I’m tempted to forget all about his spoiled pooch and my crazy landlady and drag him inside. “I’ll see you later, caveman.”
“Yes, you will, little treat.”
I watch him walk away before shutting the door and leaning against it. Wow.
It’s a typical night at Trick or Treat, the bar hopping with the usual mix of quirky costumed locals and wide-eyed tourists trying to capture the perpetual Halloween magic of Midnight Falls.
I’m in full-on bartender mode, hands flying over the array of bottles, trying to keep up with the various orders.
I can feel him. Sullivan is here, and no matter how fast I whip up Witching Hour cocktails or dodge strong opinions about which villain karaoke round we should feature next, there’s an electric current pulsing whenever I meet his gaze, even from across the room.
At the far end of the bar, Sullivan sits nursing his beer. His eyes follow me, a mischievous glint in their blue depths that brightens especially when I glance his way.
Over the clinking of glasses and bubbly chatter, Tony, my intimidating boss, sidles up next to Sullivan. They exchange a few words, their interaction soft enough to stay below the radar of my attentive customers but visible enough to twinge my curiosity to unbearable levels.
What are they talking about? I imagine Sullivan's made some sort of gentlemanly vow or Tony rattled out big-boss warnings torn from mobster movie monologues. My shoulders twitch with the effort not to fill margarita pitchers with shaking hands, the concoction as brightly colored as the glow from the ridiculous pumpkin head lamp anchoring the bar’s Halloween theme.
I slide another rolled napkin next to a colorful tower of shots in front of the middle-aged witch who’s been overly generous with her tipping all night, subtly peering down the bar to gauge what the heck is happening down there.
When Tony walks away and Sullivan doesn’t appear to be overly concerned about my boss, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Chapter 11
Sullivan
I cover her soft lips with mine, letting her taste flow through my soul. “I missed you today,” I mumble against her silky lips.
“I was only gone for five hours,” she whispers back, knowing I love to spar with her.
“Five hours too many,” I groan and slide my tongue around the pulse beating at the base of her silky neck. “My cock is about to rebel if he doesn’t get inside you soon.” I back her up to the bed while fighting the urge to forget all finesse and fuck her until we both are too tired to breathe. As the backs of her thighs bump against the edge of the bed, she falls and lays back, staring up at me.
“Hurry up.” Her impatience matches mine, and she doesn’t have to ask me a second time. It only takes me a couple of seconds to tear away my clothes and toss them off somewhere in the corner. “That’s more like it.” She sits up a little bit and pulls off her concert t-shirt and pink lace demi bra. My cock turns to stone as I watch her perfect tits jiggle around.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I hiss when she drags her yoga pants down her silky legs and kicks them aside.
Leaning over her, I place my hands on either side of her head and lean over to kiss her pouty lips.
“Touch me.” My growl turns into a moan when she slides her soft hand between us and wraps it around my cock. Her delicate touch sends sparks shooting down my spine, and I don’t resist when she pushes me onto my back and kisses her way down my chest. I almost come like a teenager when she pauses along the way to nibble on my sensitive skin.
When she finally makes her way all the way down my body, my cock practically sings while waiting for her attention.