Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
She grips my cock in her hand and looks at me, licking the head of my cock. “Fuck, you’re even beautiful on your knees for me.”
“I know,” she sings at me, “but now I’m more beautiful because I have your cock in my mouth.” She takes me halfway inside.
“What am I going to do with you, Victoria?” I ask her as I move my hips to fuck her mouth.
“I can think of a couple of things.” She grins as she takes my cock to the back of her throat and wiggles her ass side to side.
An hour later I’m on my back, she’s collapsed on my chest, and my cock is still buried inside her after she rode me. I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. “I have to get rid of this condom,” I remind her, and she grumbles as I roll her to the side and her eyes barely open. I get rid of the condom, clean up, and bring out the rag. She lies on her side. “Open your legs for me, baby,” I urge softly. “I’ll clean you up and you can go to bed.” She opens her legs and I toss the rag to the side afterward.
Sliding into bed with her and pulling her close to me, I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
The soft ping of my email sounds in the distance with the subject line.
Urgent meeting Sunday 10 a.m. at the arena.
fifteen
Victoria
Sleep tears away from me as I blink open my eyes, seeing the soft glow from outside coming into the room at the side of the curtains. I snuggle deeper into the bed and wrap the covers around me more as I close my eyes until the urge to fall back asleep passes. I open them back up and look across the room, finding the bed empty. I reach out, feeling the bed cold. I get up on my elbow. “Zane,” I call his name and listen for any noise, but the silence is almost too loud. I toss the covers off me and get up, snatching up the black silk robe before I go out into the kitchen and find it empty.
“Wow.” I stand in the middle of the living room that opens up to the entire house, finding it empty too. “This is why you shouldn’t have opened the fucking door last night.” I turn back and head toward the bedroom, the sheets in disarray show you two people definitely slept in the bed, though his side looks like he snuck out of bed like a snake. “Asshole,” I grumble and shake my head, pushing down the way my stomach sinks.
I walk to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and going to the bathroom before coming back out and washing my face. I twist my hair in the back and pin it up with a clip before I walk into the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee machine and stopping in my tracks when I see the white note right next to the machine. I take a step toward it like there is a land mine ready to explode. Once I get to the counter, I pick up the note and try not to smile down at it.
Victoria-
Had a meeting early this morning. Sorry to sneak out.
I cleaned up the ice cream, but I didn’t want to wake you.
You might want to clean it again.
Z
I turn now and look out the big glass window at the blue sky with the sun shining down. I shake my head, a small smile now playing on my lips, and place the paper back down on the counter. I go over and make my coffee when the phone rings, and I rush to my bedroom to get it, seeing it’s my father FaceTiming me. “Good morning,” I say once his face comes onto the screen.
“Good afternoon,” he replies and I look back over my shoulder at the clock on the stove and see it’s almost fucking noon. “Did you just get up?”
“I actually did,” I admit, walking to the fridge to grab the milk. Going over to the milk frothing machine, I pour some in before pressing the button. “I guess I was more tired than I thought I was.”
“You are pushing yourself too much at work.” My father’s voice is filled with worry.
“Every single time I talk to you, you are at your desk.” His eyebrows pinch together.
“Who are you talking to, Manning?” I hear my mother come into the room and then her face is next to his and she smiles at me. “Hey, sweetheart.” My parents met unconventionally one night when my mother went to her best friend’s bachelorette party and my father was there. They locked eyes and had a one-night thing. There was just a little problem, besides my mother sneaking out on him and not telling him her name, my dad was in a loveless marriage and had been trying to divorce his wife for years. She refused to give him a divorce and used Jaxon as a pawn against him.