Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“Today was a shitty day. A police raid in one of our clubs because the new mayor wants to show us who’s boss.” He smiled grimly as if the mayor would learn soon enough that it wasn’t him. “A fight among Made Men because one slept with the wife of another. One guy dead, the other badly injured, of course the one who stole the woman. Now I need to decide what to do with him. They both have young children.” He finally looked up.
“Sounds stressful,” I said softly, gliding closer until I came to a stop before him. I motioned at the wineglass, my belly tightening in apprehension. Samuel had fought so hard these past three weeks. This would set him back. I glanced at the bottle beside him on the small table. It was still mostly full except for the wine in his glass. “And is it helping?”
He chuckled darkly and finally set the glass down on the small side table and took my hand instead. He kissed my palm, the hint of stubble tickling my skin. “Never, and I didn’t drink anything.”
I gave him a questioning look.
He leaned forward and kissed my lips, maybe so I could confirm that he didn’t smell of alcohol or spearmint. “I wanted to, believe me. It was a gift from the restaurant manager, Renato’s grandfather. I fucking wanted that drink after this long day, but even more than that, I wanted to be stronger than a goddamn drink. I wanted to win against the need to drink. I think I’ve been staring at the wine for close to an hour before you arrived.”
“You didn’t drink. That’s all that matters,” I said. I knew more battles would follow. Most of them would get easier over time, some not.
“Yeah,” he murmured in a low voice, leaning forward and pulling me closer. He brought my arm to his mouth and dragged his lips over the sensitive spot on my wrist. I bit my lip when the sensation traveled up my arm and through my entire body until the tingling settled between my legs.
“The only thing that really helps after a day like this is you,” he continued, his lips traveling higher and his tongue darting out to taste my skin.
Goose bumps erupted all over my body, and my nipples pebbled against the lace of my bra, becoming very apparent through my thin silk blouse. Samuel hummed, his eyes registering my body’s reaction to his touch. And I wasn’t the only one who was affected. A tent was slowly building in his pants.
Samuel grabbed me by the hips and hoisted me on his lap. His growing erection pressed against my butt in an unmistakable way. His lips returned to their discovery of my body, now stroking along my shoulder. He unbuttoned my blouse with steady fingers and slid it off my body, then hooked a finger in my bra strap and slowly pulled it down, laying one breast bare. My nipple was hard and lusting for attention, but Samuel’s lips dragged over my collarbone, and his fingertips simply stroked along my arm. My breast tightened even more, and the accompanying tugging between my legs made me shift so his cock pressed against the spot that ached for attention. “Samuel,” I whispered softly. “Touch me.”
Samuel’s lips brushed across my neck, but his hand cupped my naked breast, finally. I arched into the touch, and Samuel took one pebbled nipple between his fingers and twirled it gently. His skin rubbing along my sensitive nub sent a shiver down my body, and the skin of my breasts became almost painfully tight. Finally, his mouth reached mine, and I immediately kissed him. He growled against my mouth, and his fingers on my breast tugged my nipples a bit harder. Our tongues brushed, our pants mingling. I wrapped my arm around Samuel’s neck, bringing us closer. His hand left my breast and stroked along my bare belly, following the dip between my legs to the hem of my skirt. He inched it up, his fingertips raking along my inner thigh until they arrived at my pussy.
Samuel groaned when his fingertips brushed my soaked folds under my lace panties. “Your panties have to go.”
I smiled against his mouth, my cheeks becoming warm. “You say that every day so maybe I should stop wearing any.”
Samuel growled low in his throat. “While the thought is very tempting,” he rumbled against my neck, his finger rubbing my clit lightly. “I don’t want to risk anyone seeing my pussy.”
“Your pussy, hmm?”
“Only my pussy,” Samuel said as he rubbed me harder, making me moan deeply.
“Mm-hmm,” Samuel rasped as he slowly pushed his middle finger into me. I clung harder to him, panting against his cheek. I kissed it as he began to finger me leisurely. He used his other hand to hold my skirt up so he could see his finger sliding into me. It glistened with my arousal, and soon, his knuckles did too. I’d been so worried about not getting wet enough before I’d been with Samuel, but he always got me so aroused that that concern seemed ridiculous now.