Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Oh, god.” She gasped. “I’m so close.”
I sure the fuck hoped so, because I was right there with her.
She cried out, her legs squeezing my hips, and she came.
The muscles surrounding my cock squeezed me so hard that I had to fight hard not to come right then.
A little longer.
Just a little…
“Fuck, Mama. I need you to finish,” I pleaded.
Her pussy let go of my cock, and I pulled out of her, my hand going to my cock and pumping.
Hot spurts of cum jetted out of my cock and splashed against her belly, bared breasts, nightgown, and chin.
Four spurts followed the first, and then I leaned down and wiped the head of my cock off on her belly.
I collapsed beside her, my hand going to the side of her face to pull hers into me.
The moment her lips were close enough, I kissed her, only stopping when we were both out of breath.
A phone rang again, this time mine.
She reached over, caught it up, and answered it before pressing the speakerphone and holding it out to me.
I didn’t bother to reach for it as I said, “John, what’s up?”
“Need you down here,” he said. “FBI profiler is here. Along with the FBI special agent in charge. Oh, and a very pissed-off senator that wants Nastya Semyonov added to the top of their suspect list.”
I cursed and pulled away. “There’s no fucking way that they will agree to that.”
“Oh, they aren’t,” he said. “But still would appreciate having you down here.”
My eyes caught Nastya’s as I said, “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Thanks,” John said and hung up.
When the phone was black once again, she dropped it down onto the bed beside her and said, “Go clear my name, Daddy.”
I slapped the outside of her bare ass and said, “I’ll see you tonight.” My eyes heated as I said, “I hope you won’t be wearing panties again.”
She snickered. “Maybe I’ll surprise you and meet you in your bed.”
I shook my head and said, “As of today, Desi will now be staying at my place. So maybe you should call before you sneak over. I don’t want to traumatize her.”
I stood up and stretched before tucking my cock back into my underwear.
“Where are your clothes?” she asked.
I gestured down to myself. “Came like this.”
“You were that worried?” she asked.
I leveled her with a look and said, “Yes.”
She bit her lip. “I’ll pay better attention.”
It didn’t matter if she did, because I would.
“You better.”
When I left, I had to step over a whole slew of packages, and I picked them all up and took them inside before locking the door behind me.
When I got to my place, I typed in the code and went inside, getting dressed quickly and then leaving just as fast.
By the time I got down to the station, it was to find the place in chaos.
If the day keeps going like it’s going, I’m going to start booing people in conversations I’m not interested in being in.
—Nastya’s secret thoughts
NASTYA
The first thing I did that morning was check my email to make sure all of my reviews posted.
All of them but one had, and some of them already had comments.
I went to the first email that said “review denied.”
I read through the email and rolled my eyes.
“Why would you deny me because I said ‘dam?’” I asked the empty apartment surrounding me. “Seriously, it’s not a bad word! It’s an actual word!”
I’d been given an emergency dam to product test, and I’d written a review about how it was a “perfect dam” for small projects. And they’d denied the review because of profanity.
Jesus.
“How the hell do you expect me to write a review about a dam when I can’t write the word dam?” I grumbled as I went to the review, made a few modifications, and then republished it.
My next step was to go to the comments on my reviews and check them out.
The first review, which happened to be the review on the ice maker I finally got a hold of, was already showing fifteen comments.
I went to it and started scanning the comments, finding no issue with all of them…except one.
I frowned when I saw the very first comment.
ReviewerX: Glad to see you finally got a product to test, and not something more…questionable.
I frowned, then felt my heartbeat start to pound as I realized that maybe this was a bit more than just a random comment.
I pulled out my phone and started to dial Haze, only to realize we’d never exchanged numbers.
Writing out a huge note to tape to the wall across from the camera—in case he actually looked at the camera feed that spied on my living room—I gathered my things and headed for the door.
Today I had a secret shopping experience at a new boutique in town.