Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Knox frowned. “How do you kind of cheat on someone?”
“I didn’t say no, and the woman climbed right on top, and my dick was hard, and I didn’t mean for it to be hard.” Marshal shrugged. “We’re arguing semantics. Anyway, Anna had promised to be faithful to me, but I pushed and I pushed, and then she cheated, and we got divorced. At least she didn’t try to rob me blind.” He clicked his fingers. “All she asked was for some investment to her own business and some guidance, as well as the country house. I hated that house, so it was a good way of getting rid of it. Her business is sound. She owns a makeup brand, and it is fucking sweet. Probably one of the best investments I’ve ever made.”
He didn’t realize how much Marshal talked. No wonder Ava kept asking how long they were going to keep him around.
“Do you think anyone could love me? Or love the baby inside a man who needs taking care of?” Marshal asked, and pouted.
“I’m sure there is a woman out there for everyone,” he said.
“You’ve got to be right. You’re a killer by nature and Ava is in love with you.” Marshal let out a laugh. He opened his mouth as if to say more, and the man’s cell phone went off.
Knox had never been more thankful to hear the buzzing of a cell phone as he was at that moment.
“Duty calls. Money does not make itself.” Marshal was already walking away as he answered.
Knox was not going to stay out by the pool, so he made his way inside to find Ava draining water out of a pot. He moved in behind her and saw she was draining some potatoes.
“I thought you were keeping Marshal company?” Ava asked.
“He’s working.” He put his hands on her hips. “You know what that means?” He pressed his pelvis against her ass. His cock was already hard.
“No,” she said, a little breathlessly. “What does that mean?”
“It means that you and I get to have some fun.” He pressed his lips against her neck. “Don’t you want to have some fun?”
“We don’t know how long he is going to be.”
Knox put his hand on her thigh and started to slide it up, going beneath the fabric of her costume.
“We don’t even have to leave the kitchen.”
She put the saucepan down and gripped the edge of the counter.
“I can do all the work. You just have to enjoy it.”
She let out a moan, and it was such a soft sound. He pressed his hand against her pussy and slid a single finger between her slit. She was soaking wet. He glided down and pressed a finger knuckle-deep within her. She was still so tight. He pulled his finger out, pressed it back inside, then added a second finger.
“I love that no other man knows how good this pussy feels,” he said. His lips danced across her neck. “This pussy belongs to me, Ava, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
His cock was so hard.
He took hold of one of her hands and moved it behind her so she could touch his dick. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?”
She moaned.
He let go of her hand, and she continued to hold his length as he cupped her tit in his palm. She let out a cry, and the sound was so fucking heady. There was no faking it with her. It was all natural.
“Do you know I’ve thought about doing this to you so many times?” he asked. He brushed his lips across her neck, nibbling down on her collarbone.
“You have?”
“Yeah, I wondered if your pussy would be as sweet as I imagined it to be. Guess what, it’s even better.”
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt, drawing them back, and he started to stroke her clit, going back and forth. She whimpered.
Using two fingers on either side of her clit, he massaged gently, wanting to give her the right amount of pressure to get her exactly where he wanted her. Sliding a single finger across her clit, he moved back and forth, taking his time, drawing her orgasm higher.
As he bit down on her neck she rocked against him, and her grip tightened around his length.
“Knox, please,” she said.
“Tell me you want to come.”
“Please, I want to come.”
“Then come, baby, come for me.”
His name spilled from her lips in a pleasured scream and it filled the air. It was a magical sound. Perfection.
He pushed her over that edge, holding her close, keeping control of his own arousal.
There wasn’t going to be enough time to take care of his arousal, but he was more than happy to wait.
Chapter Eight
Marshal had insisted on a movie marathon.
Since he had gotten off his business call, he had refused to be alone. Ava was okay with it. He’d insisted on turning it into a pajama party, and had even loaned Knox a pair of sweatpants. They were curled up on his sofa. Ava was wrapped in Knox’s arms, and Marshal was on the other end.