Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
When I woke up the next morning, my back was against the couch, and Bosco was pressed against my chest. I’d been wrapped in his suit jacket and his collared shirt so I would stay warm through the night. My dress was somewhere on the floor, and my heels were nowhere to be seen. Bosco was completely naked, unaffected by the cold. His arm was wrapped around my body, and he’d offered his shoulder as a pillow for me to use.
My eyes opened slowly, expecting to see spots of sunshine enter through the windows. The lighting was exactly the same because we were deep underground. Only the lights on the ceiling cast any illumination. There was no way to figure out what time it was.
I hoped I could still make it to work on time.
Bosco stirred when I did. He was usually up at least thirty minutes before I was, without the need for an alarm. I hoped that meant he was awake at his usual hour, and we both hadn’t slept in.
He peeled away my clothing and kissed my shoulder before he kissed me on the mouth. “Morning, Beautiful.”
I grabbed his right wrist and looked at the time, grateful it was only six in the morning. “We didn’t oversleep, thankfully.”
“I don’t know how to oversleep.” He pulled more of the clothing away so he could kiss the area between my tits and trail his mouth down my sternum. He moved his lips over my rib cage, kissing me until he reached my belly button. “And why would I want to sleep when I have you beside me?” He positioned my back against the couch before he hiked my leg over his shoulder. He folded my body underneath him so he could thrust his cock inside me. I was still full from the come he’d dumped inside me the night before, so he must be sliding through it at that very moment.
Morning sex was the best because everything felt so good right when I woke up. It was so much easier to get off, especially when he pounded into me right away. At night, I liked to make it last a long time, but first thing in the morning, we both had things to do so it was usually quick.
But amazing.
He fucked me good and hard, driving me into an orgasm instantly. I clawed at his back as my pussy clenched him tightly, moaning into his neck even though I could be as loud as I wanted down here.
He came the second I was finished, like he could have released any moment once he was inside me. He filled my pussy with a groan, adding more to the pile he’d made the night before. “Perfect pussy.” He stayed inside me until his cock softened before he slowly pulled out, dripping come in between my inner thighs.
He pulled on his boxers, slacks, and socks before he got his shoes on and tied the laces.
“What do you think is going on up there?”
“The casino will be closed. A new security team will be waiting by the elevators.”
“I’m surprised they didn’t check on you.”
“They know to come only when I call.”
I stripped off his clothes and put mine back on. “But what if I tried to kill you?”
He scoffed, like that was impossible. “I’d like to see you try. It would probably make me want you more.” He buttoned up his shirt then pulled his tie through the collar.
I slipped on my heels then walked into the bathroom to see my makeup in the mirror. I looked like a nightmare. My mascara was smeared to the point it looked like those black marks American football players wiped under their eyes. My lipstick was all over the place too, reaching past my mouth and up my cheek. “I look terrible.” I quickly washed my face in the sink, preferring no makeup to this clownish look. I walked back into the room.
Bosco got off the phone and shoved it into his pocket. “You’re the kind of woman that looks beautiful with or without makeup. So even when it’s not perfect, you still are.” He gave me that handsome smile, just a hint of a true grin. He put himself back together like he hadn’t spent the night sleeping on a couch. The only indication he’d been fucking me all night was his messed-up hair. When he was on top of me, I liked to fist it pretty hard, feel those short strands between my fingertips.
“You always know the right thing to say.”
“Yes.” He grabbed my hips and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth. “The truth.”
Vanessa came into the shop around lunchtime, her belly a little bigger than before. “Hey, I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.”
The last two weeks had flown by quickly. I’d packed up my things and moved in with Bosco without looking back. We’d been sleeping and fucking around the clock, sharing dinner and breakfast if we were at the penthouse at the same time. “I know. How’s the baby?”