Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Someone there?” I’d assumed she was home alone, but I guessed it was possible her father stopped by at the worst possible time.
“No. I just wasn’t sure what to say to that.”
“I’m your man, aren’t I?” I asked. “Call whenever the fuck you want. I’m always at your disposal.”
She was quiet again.
“If I don’t answer, it’s probably because I’m snapping someone’s neck. But don’t worry, I’ll call you back whenever I’m done.”
She still didn’t say anything.
“Something wrong?”
“I just feel like this is going really fast.”
“Huh,” I said as I drove down one of the roads and approached the dirt path that led to her side of the property. “Didn’t notice.” My elbow was propped on the armrest while I continued to drive with one hand, slowing my car when my tires left the asphalt and hit the dirt. “I’m on the dirt road. Be there in ten.”
My Range Rover could handle the off-road path, but I drove slowly to minimize the amount of dirt that was kicked up into the air just in case any of the security guys found the cloud of dust suspicious. The direction of the wind was always different, so it could carry it anywhere.
Minutes later, I pulled up to her two-story villa and parked outside. With Sicilian blue tiles on the stairs and pots overflowing with flowers on the balconies of the second story, it was a cute place. Fit her perfectly. The only thing I didn’t love about it was how vulnerable she was. If I could get to her without being seen, then that meant anybody could.
I killed the engine then grabbed my stuff, and when I looked out my side window again, I saw that she was at the top of the steps, standing there in her little pajama shorts and a white strappy sports bra that showed lots of cleavage.
I grinned, seeing her standing there waiting for me. “Ooh, she’s definitely into me.” I opened the door and pulled the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “Hey, baby.” I shut the door and started to walk up the stairs, like a husband just coming home to his wife after a long day.
“Hey, babe.” She had a slight smile on her lips as she watched me walk toward her, her tanned skin having a hint of an olive tone, a waterfall of dark hair around her shoulders, her eyes smart and playful. She had the sexiest body, muscles in her thighs and defined in her stomach, but she was also curvy, having a woman’s hips and tits. She was fucking gorgeous from head to toe. Sometimes my mind wandered to her during the day, and I found myself with a hard dick at the worst times.
My arm hooked across her lower back, and I pulled her into me as I kissed her. I wrapped my other arm around her and squeezed her a little bit before my hand went to her ass in her little shorts, and I squeezed it hard. Gave her tongue right there on the porch, felt her tits against the top of my stomach, smelled the jasmine in her hair.
I pulled away and looked into her face, cupping her cheek and directing her chin up so her eyes were on me. I gently stroked her cheek as I looked into her face, the single most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
Her little fingers wrapped around my wrist as she looked at me, her eyes soft but guarded at the same time. “This is what I mean.” Her voice came out as a whisper, like she didn’t want to actually say the words out loud. “Fast.”
“I think it’s moving exactly the way it’s supposed to.” I let her go and stepped into the house, the fireplace in her living room burning because it was a cool evening. It had been sweltering last week, but the temperature had dropped. It was supposed to rain tomorrow.
I set my bag on the couch to carry up the stairs later.
“Are you hungry?”
I hadn’t eaten dinner. I’d been too busy preparing for tomorrow. “I’m six-five and two hundred and forty pounds. I’m always hungry.”
She smiled. “Well, I made a lasagna. Would you like some?”
“Fuck yes, I would,” I said with a smirk.
She headed into the kitchen and pulled out the casserole dish from the refrigerator then prepared my dinner.
I grabbed my laptop out of my bag and set it on the table before I took a seat. My eyes flicked up every couple of seconds to look at her work, the way she brushed her hair from her face from time to time because there was so much of it. I’d been to the strip club more times than I could count, but watching Francesca move around in the kitchen turned me on way more than the naked ladies dancing on poles.