Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
I don’t care if it destroys our family.
This isn’t about the organization anymore.
Emily turns and notices me standing there. She grins huge, and I swear, my heart stutters and grows fifty sizes bigger. “French toast!” she declares, holding up the pan. “I’ve never made it before. Wait, hold on.” She grabs a plate and gets everything set up, and when she’s done, she wipes her hands on a towel.
“Looks amazing,” I say, not able to move. I’m stuck in the doorway like I’m somehow not welcome in her presence anymore.
“Simon?” Emily drifts toward me, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”
I stare at her and don’t know what to say. My father wants me to leave this girl, when she’s the first woman to make me feel something good in my entire life. I don’t know how I could possibly do it—and yet staying with her means giving up on my dream of becoming the Don.
Hell, it means damning the Famiglia to my father’s tepid, inept leadership, and might lead to the end of everything.
But when she touches my chest gently, I pull her into my arms and breathe in the smell of her shampoo, and I tell her how good that fucking French toast looks, but I’m a little hungry for something else first. And my girl, my wife, she kisses me and purrs as my hands lift up her cut-off top and find her bare breasts, her nipples already stiff for me. And how am I supposed to leave her, even for a dream? How am I supposed to give her up for a lifetime of misery?
I drag her into the living room because I can’t wait long enough to reach the bedroom. I shove the top up over her breasts and feast on her, kissing her and sucking her nipples like I’ll never taste her again.
“Here I was thinking I cooked breakfast, not that I was breakfast,” she says, laughing, and fuck, it only makes me want her more. I bury her mouth with mine and strip her shorts off, shoving her panties aside so I can lick her from top to bottom.
“I feel like I’m starving,” I say as I tongue her clit and slide my fingers inside of her. “I feel like if I don’t make you come right now, I’m going to pass out and die.”
“I have good news for you,” she says, arching her back. “I think you’re going to survive a little bit longer if you keep doing that.”
“Good girl,” I growl and lick her faster, sucking her, drinking her down as my fingers glide in and out until her body tenses and her back arches and she comes for me.
I can’t help myself. I kiss her, make her taste her own pussy on my tongue, before dragging her into my lap. She grinds down, grinning and happy as I yank down my pants and take out my cock. She teases me, gliding up and down my shaft, not letting me inside her pussy even though I’m aching for her.
“What got into you?” she whispers, biting my lower lip. “Everything with your dad okay?”
“I don’t want to talk about my dad when your tits are in my face and my cock’s an inch from your pussy.”
“That’s fair,” she says, laughing as I grab her ass and spank it. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. You just seem off.”
“I’m fine.” I kiss her and try to make myself believe it. “I just want you. That’s not bad, right?”
“No, it’s not bad at all.” She hesitates and bites her lip like she’s wondering something. “I want you too,” she admits. “I know it’s weird, the way this happened. I’m still mourning for Rachel, but I also… things have been really good with you lately. It feels good, and that means it’s not wrong, right? I mean, we’re married, so it’s okay if I like this, right?”
“It’s okay,” I say, sliding my thumb down to tease her clit. “I like this too. I like this a lot.”
“And that doesn’t freak you out?” She wiggles her hips and that look comes over her face, the blissed-out pleasure smile. “I’m not saying, like, you have to be my husband forever—”
My other hand snakes into her hair and I grab on tight, staring into her eyes. “But while I am your husband, I’m all yours, and you’re all mine.”
She chews her lip and nods slowly. “Yeah. I like that.”
“I like that too, baby.”
She arches her back and moves her hips, and I slip inside of her as I bury her mouth with my own, kissing her deep and hard, a nagging worry bothering the back of my head, but nothing else matters to me right now. There’s only Emily in my lap, Emily riding my cock, Emily’s nipples in my mouth and her moans in my ears, the breakfast she was cooking back in the kitchen waiting to be devoured when I’m finished devouring her.