Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Elio. Oh my. Fuck. I’m coming.” She pulled my hair violently and arched her back. I gripped the back of her head and dragged her mouth to mine, kissing her as I held her tightly, slamming my cock deep and flooding her womb with my cum. I rested my forehead on hers until we caught our breath.
“Fuck, that was incredible.”
“I could totally do that again,” she sighed.
“Give me a minute and I’m all yours,” I panted, pulling out and dropping down beside her.
I kept my promise and worked her body over before we finally fell asleep.
Chapter Eight
Ana
I woke up, and he wasn’t in bed anymore, but I was okay with that because I needed a moment alone. Stretching my body long and wide, I let out a loud yawn and a big smile. “Looks like you enjoy sleeping alone.”
I let out a shriek, pressing my hand to my chest that pounded. “Oh my goodness, you scared me.”
“Sorry, Cara mia. I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just about to wake you. There is a lot to do this morning, so we need to get you some food and then head out for some fittings,” he stated with a hot cup of coffee in his hand. The smell of my liquid speed hit my nostrils, and I wanted to snatch the mug from his fingers.
“I could definitely use some coffee,” I sighed, staring right at the dark blue ceramic vessel. It was the only thing that kept me going for weeks when I had to work both jobs on the same day.
“You can have that after you eat.” I raised my eyebrow, wondering why when he was clearly drinking a cup right in front of me.
“That’s cruel,” I pouted.
“No, it’s not. You need to eat. I kept you quite busy last night.” Oh, yes, he did. My entire body remembered the amazing things he did to make me scream with ecstasy. The desire from last night returned, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his broad chest. He wasn’t fully dressed in a suit. His white dress shirt had the top two buttons undone, showing that thick, muscular neck, and his sleeves were rolled up. I understood the attraction to a man’s forearm. Pure corded muscle that he used to toss me around, grip me tight, and dominate me.
“Trust me, if you are as exhausted as I am, you’ll need food to replenish yourself.”
“Did you eat already?” I sighed. An unexplainable upset feeling came over me. We never shared a meal, and we only met yesterday. I shouldn’t care that he ate without me.
He sat his cup on the small table near the window and then came over to the edge of the bed. “Yes, unfortunately, I had a meeting this morning, and I needed you to rest.”
“Oh, so can I have a sip?”
“I don’t believe you’ll like it.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s to my liking, which is very different from yours.”
“How would you know? Let me try.” I climbed up onto the bed, letting the sheet fall as I got to my knees, and I forgot I wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“Oh my goodness.” I scrambled for the sheet.
“Don’t cover up on my behalf. I’ve seen and loved every inch of you.” He licked his lips and reached down to adjust himself. “Better yet, please do. I need to let your sweet, sore pussy recover, and we have too much to do.”
I smirked and let out a tiny laugh that bit back. “Oh, you think it’s funny?”
“A little.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Now get your pretty ass covered up and your breakfast will be brought up.”
“Breakfast up here?” His bedroom was way too nice to eat in.
“Yes, I don’t want your food waiting any longer and growing cold while you shower.”
“But I wouldn’t want to risk spilling anything in here.”
“Amore, I just spent the night dirtying these sheets, and after they’re changed, I plan on doing it again. Still, none of that matters because nothing is more important than taking care of you.” Damn it, Elio was proving too sweet and overwhelming. He pulled out his phone and made a quick call and spoke quick Italian before hanging up. I frowned even though I didn’t mean to be upset.
“Soon you’ll learn some Italian. I’m surprised you never learned it growing up, considering your father was born in Italy.” He shook his head disapprovingly, but he was mistaken.
“No, he wasn’t.”
“Yes, he was,” he insisted after I attempted to correct him.
“Actually, you need to speak with Joey, so he’ll be taking us shopping today.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Apparently, there are things you don’t know about your family that he has to discuss with you.”
There was a light knock on the bedroom door. “Well, it can all wait because your food is here.” He tapped his palms on his thighs, and then walked to the door and opened it. He came back with a tray and brought it to me. “Here you go.”