Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Wet already,” he whispers like he isn’t surprised. “Have you been wet since you left my house? Have you been soaked thinking about what it’s like to have this?”
“You wish,” I say, gripping his hard tip and guiding it to my pussy. I arch my back, feel him press against me, into me, slip in deep as I glide down, and a moan escapes my lips. It hurts and it feels good and, fuck, it’s like he’s ripping me in half. I pause there, his cock buried between my legs, his hands on my hips, and I linger in his kiss before I start to ride.
The car shakes. I don’t care. I fuck him in a frenzy, needing this pleasure. It’s hot and it’s fast and it’s dirty, and it’s exactly what I needed. He fills me, grips my ass, bites my shoulder, kisses my neck, and I move faster, pounding down his length until I can’t take it anymore. I come, moaning into his mouth as the release hits me like heaven, and I have only seconds before he finishes too.
I stay like that, breathing hard. He kisses me, fist gripping my hair. I don’t move, and he doesn’t move me, and it’s strangely intimate. I don’t know this man—we’ve barely spoken, he only noticed me for the first time a few days ago—and now it’s like I don’t want to peel myself away.
But finally, I collapse onto the seat next to him. We dress as the car pulls over. I stare out the window, head tilted with surprise.
“Wait, what’s going on? I thought we were going back to your place.”
“No, lovely mouse. The workday isn’t over.” He laughs as he kisses my neck then pushes open the door. “Back to the office with you.”
I stare at him. My mouth goes wide. But instead of arguing, I hang my head and slip out onto the sidewalk, adjusting myself once I’m standing. If anyone looks closely, I’m sure they’ll be able to tell what just happened in there.
Not that Renzo seems to care. He gets out beside me, puts his arm across my shoulders, and steers me toward our building.
“I’ll have to find a more appropriate position for you if you’re going to keep working,” he says as we head back inside. “You can’t stay as my office manager.”
“And if I don’t want to work?”
“Even better. You’ll make more money sitting at home growing my child inside of you.”
“This is a lot to process, you know.”
“Good. Process it today. I’ll send my men to pick you up from your apartment tonight and bring you over to my family home.”
“Is that the same as the house we were at on Saturday?”
“No. The Rossi Residence is the safest place in the city, and I swore I’d keep you protected. How do you feel about Manayunk?”
I laugh, unable to tell if he’s kidding. “The college town? Isn’t that all kids and young professionals?”
“Yes, and the Rossi Residence. You’ll love it.”
“Uh, okay, sure. Why the hell not. I’m already making a crazy decision so I might as well go all the way.”
“That’s the spirit.”
We step into the elevator together and as the doors slide closed, I can almost see my old life getting left behind in the lobby as we rise up to something new.
Chapter 13
Maddie
Work was normal until I tried to leave.
“Ms. Sorrento?” A man stood down by the front doors of the office building. He was tall, handsome, and muscular, and would’ve looked like a fed if it weren’t for the tattoos creeping up his neck. “Renzo told me to take you home.”
“Oh,” I say, my voice tiny. I hadn’t seen him since we stepped off the elevator—he kept himself locked in his office the rest of the afternoon. I kept wanting to go in there and talk to him, discuss what the hell my life’s going to look like, but something kept me out.
Fear maybe. I’m terrified that I made a decision that’ll haunt me for the rest of my life. But it’s also something else.
I’m nervous. Beyond nervous—I’m practically breaking to pieces. This is happening so fast, and I feel knocked entirely off-balance while Renzo continues to steer me in the direction he wants me to go.
“My name’s Dante. I’m Renzo’s driver and his personal assistant.”
“How come I’ve never seen you in the office before?”
His lips quirk. “I’m not that kind of personal assistant.”
I have no clue what he means, but I follow him out to another black town car. This time, I’m alone in the back as it rolls out into traffic. I keep trying to picture myself as Renzo’s wife navigating his complicated world while keeping my sanity together, but it seems impossible. And all that on top of getting pregnant and carrying a baby to term.
What’s going to happen once my child’s born? No, not my child, I can’t start thinking like it’s mine. His child. But even that feels so completely wrong. Can I really give birth to a living, breathing baby and feel nothing? And if I feel something, can I push those emotions aside in order to complete this deal?