Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I promise,” Nikolas murmurs. “Your final resting place will be in my arms.”
I hold onto Nikolas, my strength, my life, my reason for breathing, and once the ceremony is over and people slowly leave, we keep standing by the graves, saying our goodbyes.
Exhaustion weighs a ton on my muscles as I glance at Athina and Basil. “I don’t have energy for the wake.”
It’s being held at the Stathoulis mansion that’s been cleaned up after the attack.
“That makes two of us,” Athina mutters before letting out a sigh.
Nikolas turns to search for Andreas, and because he’s standing by an SUV with crutches, we make our way to him.
“It was a nice service,” Andreas says when we reach him.
“Will you represent us at the wake? The women are tired,” Nikolas asks his friend.
“Sure.” He leans in to kiss my cheek, earning a glare from Nikolas. “Get some rest.”
While Andreas climbs into the back of the SUV so he can head to the mansion, Nikolas calls out to Athina, “Follow us to the penthouse. We’re not attending the wake.”
She gives her brother a grateful smile.
It will just be the four of us, Athina, Basil, Nikolas, and I. As it should be. No one else will fully comprehend the loss we’ve suffered.
Once we reach the penthouse, I prepare coffee for us, and curling up on a couch, I sip on the beverage, relieved that I don’t have to interact with all the strangers who attended the funeral.
I look at my family, who three months ago, I didn’t know at all.
Now they’re my world.
Chapter 46
Nikolas
One month later…
Now that Theresa has graduated, there’s no stopping the woman. She’s already written one screenplay and has just started with another.
“I’m not happy,” I complain while scowling at the laptop on her lap. During the entire flight, she has not stopped typing on the damn thing.
“Why?” she mumbles, too deep in her work to even glance up.
“Theresa!” I snap.
“What?” Startled, her eyes fly to mine. “Are we landing?”
“Woman, have you listened to a word I said?”
She blinks at me.
“I’m. Not. Happy,” I spell it out for her.
Confusion flutters over her face. “Why?”
I give the cock-blocking device a death glare, then order, “Stop working and give me attention.”
Laughter bubbles over her lips, then she dares to shake her head at me. “I’m almost done with this scene.” She cranes her neck to glance out the window as if she’ll be able to see where the fuck on the planet we are.
With an incredulous expression on my face, I watch as the little minx starts typing again.
Enough is enough.
Darting up from my seat, I snatch the laptop off her lap, shut the damn thing, and drop it on the table. Placing my hands on the armrests on either side of her, I lean down and corner her with a dark look. “You will give me attention. Right now.”
“Geez, bossy much?” she teases me, not a speck of fear in her eyes.
“I’ll finance your first film,” I start to negotiate.
Tess’ eyebrow pops up. “And what do I have to do in return?”
I glance down at the blue balls hidden behind the fabric of my suit pants. “Isn’t it fucking obvious?” Straightening up, I unbuckle my belt, and tugging the zipper down, I free my aching cock.
Tess licks her lips, her eyes filling with desire. “What kind of finance are we looking at? Will there be a limit to how much I’m allowed to spend?”
“Depends on how good the blowjob is, baby,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust.
Her fingers wrap around the base, and she strokes me once. “I’ll have to give it my all then.”
Jesus, it feels so good having her hand on me.
“And then some,” I mutter. Just like when we first met, this woman still drives me insane. No matter how many times I get lost in her body, it’s never enough. My hunger for her is insatiable.
Tess leans forward in her seat, her tongue darts out, and she licks the beading pre-cum off. Her fingers tighten their grip on me as her lips close around the aching head.
My head falls back, my eyes closing as her warmth wraps around me, making goosebumps spread over my skin.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “That’s right, take me deep.” My fingers twist in her hair, and gripping fistfuls, I start to thrust, pushing myself deeper into her throat. “Jesus.” There’s a satisfying rumble in my chest. Needing to come more than I need my next breath, my hips move faster and faster until I’m fucking my wife’s mouth with a relentless pace.
Glancing down, it’s to see her watching me with hooded eyes, desire making her look like a temptress. Her lips are swollen around the girth of my cock from all the friction, and it only has me thrusting deeper until her throat clamps around me, trying to force me back out. “Christé mou. Theresa,” I groan just before an orgasm tightens my muscles and shoots through me.