Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I unravel.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, my voice hoarse.
She moves faster, her lips slick, her tongue relentless, driving me to the edge. The heat of her mouth, the love in her eyes, the way she takes me—it’s too much, and I come hard, a white-hot wave crashing through me, my cock pulsing, spilling into her mouth. She swallows, her eyes never leaving mine, passionate and fierce. My love for her feels so deep it’s like a knife to my heart. My body shakes, my chest heaves as I slump back, spent, my hand still in her hair, my thumb brushing her cheek.
She pulls away slowly, her lips glistening, and rises to her feet, her dress falling back into place. I look at her with wonder. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright with a mix of desire and something tender. My heart swells with so much love it feels like it will burst. I reach for her, wanting to pull her close, to kiss her, to hold her, but a small voice cuts through the haze.
“Aunt Amelia, has Daddy come home?” Jason calls from the corridor outside.
My heart slams to a stop, panic flooding me like ice water. I yank my jeans up, fumbling with the zipper, my hands shaking. Amelia’s face pales with sudden guilt and distress, but she acts immediately. Since she’s decent, she spins away and heads to the door, and I hear her voice speaking, then footsteps pad away, leaving me the time needed to get myself back in order.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
AMELIA
My body’s still slick with desire, as I shut the door and force a smile, and crouch down to his level.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say.
“I fell asleep,” he mumbles, voice thick with drowsiness, and I exhale, relief softening the edges of my fear. We were very quiet, and he didn’t hear anything, didn’t understand that his father was in the studio with me. Thank God. I take his hand, small and warm in mine, and stand.
“Is Daddy home yet?” he repeats, rubbing one eye, his bear dangling from his hand.
“I think so. Your dad came home early,” I say, keeping my tone light, as we walk down the hallway. “He’s taking us out for dinner, somewhere fun. Shall we go get dressed?” My voice trembles slightly, but I cover it with a smile, squeezing his hand gently.
Jason’s eyes light up, a spark cutting through his sleepiness. “Like, pizza or something?”
“Like pizza or something,” I agree.
“Great.”
My mind is churning, but his enthusiasm is infectious, and I smile at him. “Let’s pick out some cool clothes for you, okay?”
I sit on his superhero sheets as he scrambles to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. He sifts through T-shirts and jeans.
“This one!” Jason victoriously holds up a green T-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur, his grin wide.
I laugh. “That looks perfect.”
He picks out dark jeans and starts getting into them, his small hands tugging at the fabric, as he chatters about his favorite pizza place. His voice is a bright thread pulling me from the edge.
The door opens, and Max steps in, his jeans zipped up, his face composed but his eyes still dark and haunted. The memory of my mouth on his cock flashes hot and vivid. I look away, focusing on Jason putting on his sneakers, and tying the laces with quick fingers.
Max glances at me, his eyes catching mine for a split second, a spark that makes my skin flush. His hand brushes my arm as he comes in, a deliberate graze, and then he squeezes my ass, quick and hidden, his fingers firm through my dress. Heat surges through me, a reckless pulse low in my belly, and I bite my lip, stifling a gasp. My cheeks burn as I meet his gaze. It’s bold, dangerous, a promise of more, and I’m trembling, torn between want and shame.
Jason beams at his father.
“Go get ready,” he murmurs, his voice low, just for me, his eyes holding a heat that makes my knees weak. “We’ll meet you downstairs.”
I nod, my throat tight, and slip out, my heart pounding as I head to my room.
I shut the door and lean against it, my breath ragged, my body still alive with Max’s touch. When I have pulled myself together, I head into the closet to get ready, and see one of the lingerie sets Sara insisted I buy. It is so sexy and decadent. It’s wrong to wear it for Max, but I can’t help it. It makes my heart race to think that Max will see me in it later.
I reconsider for a moment as I touch the fabric, delicate and sinful against my fingers. It is such a duplicity. But again, the devil speaks up, whispering in my ear… ‘he was yours before he was hers. You will have him only for two weeks. After that, she will have him back.’