Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Until, with a whole-body shudder, she came.
I was too far gone to care about the best positions to use to make sure no one happened upon us.
I just pulled my hand out of her panties, tugged them down her legs, then worked to free myself.
I came over her, eyes locked, then thrust hard and deep.
We were both beyond anything even resembling self-control.
Her hips slammed down as I slammed deep, taking me as deep as she could with each thrust.
Her heels dug into my ass, keeping me deep as I fucked her, feeling her pussy getting tighter and tighter with each passing moment until, with a cry I could even hear over the music, she came, her walls pulsing hard, making me come with her.
I pulled away afterward, tucking myself away, then finding her panties and pulling them back into place.
I gave her a smile as I pulled her onto my lap, my lips down by her ear. “I love the thought of my come inside you as you walk through our club,” I said, feeling a shiver move through her at the dirty words.
My hand moved up, gliding over her bare chest, loving that she hadn’t even tried to cover them yet.
“We’re supposed to be working,” she reminded me, but made no move to get up. Or even brush my hand away as my fingers circled her nipple.
“Darlin’, we’re the bosses. Our job was to work our asses off until we open. Then it’s the manager’s problem. We get to sit pretty and count our cash.”
“Until the next one,” she said.
“Until the next one,” I agreed.
“I was thinking… Long Island.”
“Teresa put you up to that, didn’t she?”
“Maybe,” Saff admitted with a smile as I tugged her bodice back into place. “But I still like the idea. Though, it might have to take a backseat for me to the book bar.”
“Book bar?”
“Yep. I’m opening a book bar.”
I had no idea what that was.
But I did know with Saff at the helm, it was sure to be a massive success.
Soren - 1 year
She thought I forgot her birthday.
She had way too much pride to say it, of course, but I kept catching her looking at me with scrunched brows as we made our way into our building.
Little did she know, I’d been planning this thing for weeks.
Fine, to be fair, Teresa had handled a lot of the specifics, but the idea itself was my idea. And the gift I’d been working on behind her back for months was all on me.
I said a silent prayer that when the doors slid open, everyone in the apartment was ready. And that Saff didn’t hear them before they could do the cheesy yell Surprise! thing.
“Soren, did you know that today—” she started.
My heart swelled a bit at that. The Saff she’d been just a year before would have seethed in silence, never would have brought it up, wouldn’t want anyone to know she could be hurt.
But over our time together, she’d learned that she didn’t need her walls, that she could trust me with her feelings, that we did well when we communicated what was going on inside us.
But before she could finish, the doors slid open, and everyone she knew and loved erupted in a cheer.
“Surprise!”
Old habits died hard.
And Saff’s hand went for the knife on her keychain before she realized it was her friends and family gathered around our apartment, there to celebrate the fact that she’d been born.
Saff’s eyes flooded as she turned to me.
“Happy birthday, darlin’,” I said, pulling her face against my chest because I knew she didn’t want everyone else to see the tears.
“I thought you forgot,” she said, voice muffled against my suit jacket.
“I know,” I said, my hand rubbing up and down her back. “Which made the surprise better. But I could never forget. I’m really happy you were born, Saff. That’s definitely worth celebrating.”
“I love you,” she murmured.
“I love you too.”
She gave me one hard hug before pulling away and walking into the apartment to greet her loved ones.
She was plied with some booze, tons of food, and then inundated with gifts that leaned heavily toward one of two directions: weapons, or office supply items. Because both things still perfectly suited her.
Once everyone had fully celebrated her, they started to head out and I snuck upstairs to the library to take her present out of its new home and gently place it back in the box that had arrived at the post office earlier that afternoon.
It had been picked up by T, who stuck it in the library for me, to help me keep the secret.
“I know, bud,” I said as he cooed at me, annoyed to go back in his shipping box. “Just two more minutes, I promise.”
With that, I closed the cardboard box and carried it out of the library.