Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I swallow hard and reach out to her wordlessly. I love the way she fits in my arms, nestling right in like she was created to be here.
“…and that’s all I know.”
I kiss Renata’s forehead and swallow my damn pride because, for once, Aleks is right.
I am whipped.
Fucking hell.
“Say that again. Renata needed me.”
I clench my jaw and ignore his whoop on the other line. Self-satisfied prick.
“Are you listening this time? Or has your wife turned your head again?”
Turned my head. She’s turned my whole fucking self—mind, body, and soul—toward her. I hold her to me and press my finger to her lips. This is important. I need to hear.
Her tongue flicks against my finger, and my control snaps, desire roaring to life.
Aleks talks to me as if I’m five years old. “Carlos Carerra. The bad guy. Remember him? He’s got a dirty cop he confides in. Lucky for us, Carlos fucked over said cop, who’s now chomping at the bit to screw him over. When he contacts him, we’ll know. Did you get that, or do I need to repeat it?”
“Fuck you. I got it. Keep me in the loop.”
I hang the phone up to the sound of his chuckle and throw it on the bed.
Renata’s hair hangs about her face in untamed waves, droplets pinging her beautiful dark skin. I bend and lick them off her, one by one.
“I decided on a name for the puppy,” she says cheerfully.
I stifle a groan. “I don’t give a fuck about the puppy.”
“Ollie,” Renata says with a strained giggle. “We can’t just call him puppy.”
“Why not?” I kiss the underside of her jaw and tug the towel free. She places both hands on my shoulders to brace herself and folds herself into my embrace.
“Because he needs a name,” she says staunchly. “And I have one. Also, when do I get him back from Polina?”
I look at the time on my watch. “You’ll see him in a bit, but we’re traveling today, and I don’t want to take him with us until he’s well-trained.”
“Aww, Ollie.” She pouts, and I almost cave.
“Your safety’s more important right now. We’ll come back, and soon, but until then, I’ve got a trainer working with him.” I kiss her cheek. “What’s his name?”
She pulls back a little to hold my gaze. “Arthur!” she proclaims with a note of triumph in her voice.
“Arthur,” I repeat, rolling it over in my mind. “That’s nerdy as fuck. Why Arthur?”
I hold her in front of me, her bare, still-damp body leaning back so she can have this very serious conversation.
“You know. Like King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table? The name carries a sense of nobility and strength. He was just a boy who came from humble beginnings but became a great leader. It’s a strong, regal name, and that puppy is destined for greatness.”
Just a boy who came from humble beginnings…
I lean forward and kiss her. “I love it. It’s perfect.”
She tips her head to the side. My cock presses against her naked body, and I want her… right here, right now.
“What is it?” she asks. When she concentrates, she gets this adorable little furrow between her brows.
I shrug. I don’t always like talking.
“You can’t always revert to silence, Ollie.”
“Why not? It’s served me well. It keeps people thinking.” I kiss her again, deeper this time, tasting her, claiming her with every stroke of my tongue.
“Don’t distract me with sex,” she groans out.
“I will absolutely distract you with sex.”
“But we don’t have time.”
“Time? Who’s keeping track of time?”
“Me,” she responds. “Isabella said I should join the girls for self-defense classes today, and I want to.”
This time, I don’t respond because I’m warring between what I want and what she wants. This is new to me, thinking about another person. I’m black and white, as predictable as the sunrise, and I want to keep her trust.
“I want to be the one who teaches you.”
I kiss her again. With her wet hair in my fingers, I tangle and tug until her mouth parts further. I bite her lip and taste mint.
We pull away. “Ollie,” she says gently. “I need to make peace with Isabella. It’s the only way we can truly unite this family. You and I both know how much better off our family will be if we’re allies, not enemies.”
I think it over while I kiss the soft fullness of each breast, one at a time. “True.”
There’s a sharp knock at the door. I adjust my cock and nod toward the bathroom. “Get your robe on. That will be Polina with… Arthur. How about King Arthur? I like that.”
“Ooooh,” she says. I let her go with reluctance. “King Arthur is perfect.”
The door shuts with a click. Half a minute later, I’ve got a wriggling, squirming, way over excited puppy licking my face.