Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Um, I’m not sure. Why?”
“Oliver and I might come and stay,” he says, like he just told me the sky is blue.
“What do you mean, you and Oliver might come and stay? You’ve never stayed with me before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“Noah,” I say. “Just come out with it. What are you planning? There’s no way you and Oliver have decided to just come and stay. There’s more to it than that.”
I can practically hear him shaking his head. “We just thought, with everything going on, it would be good for the three of us—”
“Did Mom put you up to this?” I ask.
“No. Well, not really.”
“So you mean yes. Mom wants you to come and check on me?”
“No, she didn’t suggest visiting, but she suggested we stay in touch with you. And honestly, Sophia, I think it would be nice for the three of us to see each other, given what’s been going on.” I don’t know if Noah is trying to keep our family together or emotionally blackmailing me into seeing our dad. At the moment, I just want to block it all out.
Worth emerges from the back, his eyes searching mine. I just want to hang out with my husband. Escape the city and everything it brings with it.
“You can come,” I say. “But don’t think you can convince me to talk to Dad. I’m not ready.”
“Not on the agenda. I promise.”
“Okay, gotta go,” I say, locking eyes with Worth. “I’ve got some escaping to do.”
“What?” he asks.
“Never mind,” I say and hang up the phone. “Hey,” I say, cocking my head to the side. “You wanna show me around?”
Worth nods, and I can tell by his expression something’s shifted. “Yes,” he says. “I want to show you around.” He stalks over to me and, instead of taking my hand or putting his arm around me, reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head.
“You want to do a naked tour?” I ask, grinning at him.
He nods again. “I want to do everything naked this weekend.”
“A nudist weekend? Is that your jam?”
“I don’t want to see people nude generally, but I absolutely want you naked specifically.”
I strip off my jeans. “I can make that happen.”
He reaches for my lace-covered breasts, kneading them together, his thumbs circling my nipples. I groan. He’s so possessive during sex, so dominant and commanding. I’m under his spell completely.
He reaches around me, lifts me up onto the kitchen island, and strips off my panties, my bare ass cheeks on the cool marble counter.
“You’re beautiful,” he says as he kneels before me, opening my knees wide. He presses his tongue against my folds and I whimper. His breath is hot on my sex, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs. He dips and licks, circles and flicks his tongue like it’s his job. He’s CEO of whatever he’s doing, that’s for sure.
I can barely keep myself upright. I put one arm back, laying my palm behind me to stop myself from falling. I use my other hand to thread my fingers through his hair. Feeling his head move as he feasts on me is too much. He knows exactly my weak spots. He understands how to make me moan, how to make me want more, how to undo me.
The scrub of his beard grazes my skin, adding a slice of sour to the sweet of his tongue. I jolt, forcing myself forward, pressing myself against him.
More. More. More.
It’s the call of my body and mind. I just can’t get enough of him. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this connected to another person. To feel so worshipped. Savored. Loved.
My body starts to shake and he slides his fingers into me. My head falls back, and I resign myself to the way my orgasm is creeping over me. I have no control. My body is completely his. My back arches and I call out. My arm gives out and I collapse backwards onto the counter.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re fucking delicious,” he growls. “So fucking wet for me. But now I want to feel you around my cock.”
His voice has a ragged tone to it, like he’s only inches away from losing control. I’m grateful that it’s not just me who feels so helpless when we’re together like this.
I slide off the counter, turn, spread my legs and lay my torso onto the cool marble.
I want him to feel me. I want him to take me. I want him to have all of me.
“Fuuuck,” he growls. I hear the clinking of his belt buckle and the tear of the condom wrapper. He presses his hand on the small of my back, holding me in place.
This time, he doesn’t inch in slowly, but I know it’s not because he’s being inconsiderate. He knows how ready for him I am. I don’t want to wait a second longer.