Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Hell, we’d be rolling in it. Me and this growing baby. I wondered if it was a boy or a girl.
I cranked the shower until steam filled the whole damn room. I always wanted to be rich. I had plenty of money, lived in the lap of luxury, but this would be different.
It would be a level of wealth that I had never known. It was exciting to think about, except when I thought about how it was a poor replacement for having Jasper in my bed, at the breakfast and dinner table. For me being the one to clean his wounds.
“Dammit.” I shook off all thoughts of Jasper once again and focused on the hot water as it hit my skin, every drop a sharp reminder of who I was. The woman carrying the baby of the biggest gangster on the west coast.
A hand on my shoulder startled me. Jasper. His lips landed on that spot between my shoulder and neck, sending shivers down my spine. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs as Jasper’s lips dotted a trail of fire around the back of my neck and down my spine.
His hands gripped the globes of my ass and spread them apart. He knew what I liked. Then, his tongue slipped between my cheeks and swirled around my asshole until I trembled.
His thumb replaced his tongue a heartbeat before his tongue dove into my pussy, fucking me from behind, keeping one hand on my lower back, so I arched perfectly like I was served up on a platter just for him.
Jasper tongue-fucked my pussy and my ass in slow, deliberate motions, pushing my pleasure closer and closer to the surface without letting me breach it.
My hands were flat on the shower wall, the hot spray pouring over me and down over him. My thighs tightened, and Jasper jerked away, stood and pushed me against the wall away from the water, the cool wall hardening my nipples to painful peaks.
His big, hard body pressed against every inch of mine as his cock slowly invaded my pussy until he was buried deep.
So fucking deep.
“Mo.” My name. It was the only word he said, and it came out in a deep, guttural growl that shook me to my core. His big hands, strong hands, grabbed my tits, squeezing them as he pumped in and out of me, my cunt growing slicker with every thrust.
It was a slow and sensual encounter that fucked with my head because it felt like something lovers did, people who were in love, not people who just found pleasure in each other.
He touched me like I was precious. Like I mattered, and that feeling didn’t go away so easily.
His lips tenderly kissed my skin while his cock speared into me. Jasper sank his teeth into my shoulder as his thumbs grazed my nipples. It was too many sensations all at once. Love. Hate. Anger. Hope. Anticipation. Arousal.
Especially arousal.
Quicker than I would have liked, an explosion rocketed through me, making my whole body tremble. Moments later, Jasper growled as his pleasure caught up to him, hot spurts of liquid heating me from the inside out.
My body relaxed as the last aftershocks rose to the surface, yanking out the last of his orgasm. With a small, tender kiss on the back of my neck, Jasper left as quickly and as silently as he entered.
I stood under the hot spray until it turned lukewarm. Then, after I was all dried, powdered, and lotioned, I got dressed in a floral print dress that I paired with a denim jacket and red pumps.
I felt hot and confident, and that was exactly what I needed to give me the courage to pack my shit and get the fuck out of Ashby Manor.
I knew the security team wouldn’t let me out on my own, so I texted Hulu to pick me up, leaving my bags in the trunk as I headed to Midnight Mass.
My shift started in less than an hour, just enough time to grab a bite to eat and pretend that this morning never happened, despite my body’s efforts to remember every delicious moment.
“Thanks, Ginger.” I wore a wolfish smile as the waitress set the steaming plate of steak tips and colcannon in front of me. Usually, I fucking hated cabbage, but lately, I couldn’t get enough of the stuff.
The pub was mostly empty this time of day. A few small-time gamblers met in corner booths and dark tables to hide the fact they did business together.
A few old-timers hung out to day-drink and watch soccer and pretend they were back in the ‘old country.’ It was the perfect time to indulge in a meal and bury my thoughts and worries deep before my shift began.
The bell above the door trilled, and Agent Beck strolled in, a smirk on her face that told me the bitch was here to kick up shit.