Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“That’s okay,” he said. “Are you okay?”
“It’s stupid. I—I had a nightmare.” My nightmares were different from others’. They feared a random intruder had broken in to their home or there was a monster under their bed. My nightmares were far worse—because they were real.
“That’s not stupid.”
“I’m sorry I called you. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”
“You don’t have to do that—”
“Yes, I do.” He hung up.
When he said he would be here in a couple minutes, he wasn’t exaggerating. He walked in the door within ten minutes, and when he entered my bedroom, he pulled the gun from the back of his jeans and set it on my dresser.
I couldn’t believe he was there.
Instead of stripping off his clothes and hopping into bed with me, he sat on the edge of the bed close to me. His palm moved to my cheek, and his fingers gently touched my hair. He said nothing, just looked at me.
My fingers moved around his wrist, and I savored the heat of his palm the way a flower savored the sun.
When we’d met, he didn’t care that I had nowhere to go, but now, he dropped his entire night just because I had a nightmare.
He didn’t ask for the details of my dreams. Just watched me. “Stay with me.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” he asked.
“You don’t have to offer to have me over.”
His eyes shifted back and forth between mine in a moment of slight confusion. “I know I don’t. Pack your things. My driver will take you to work in the morning.”
I preferred his place to mine any day. It was inherently more comfortable, but the bigger draw was the man who lived there. His presence was so compelling that he erased the thousands of people who had stayed there when it was a hotel. “Thank you.”
“You’re my woman,” he said quietly. “You don’t need to thank me.”
Luca went back to work and left me in his bedroom alone, in his big bed with the softest sheets, surrounded by the protection of his home and the guards who watched the gate. My nightmares could break through those things—but not through Luca.
His presence was still there even when he was gone.
I slept the next few hours undisturbed, with no hint of a dream of any kind, and I woke up to the sound of him coming home. He headed straight into the closet to kick off his boots and drop his clothes. When he reemerged, he was buck naked like he intended to get in the shower.
It was a nice sight first thing in the morning.
The dick of a god.
He must have felt my stare because he turned to look at me. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a rock.” So well that I wanted to lie there all day and ditch my new job. I’d been so grateful to get it, but whenever I was with Luca, I turned into an irresponsible teenager. Boy crazy and stupid.
He came to the bed and bent down to kiss me. Then he stepped away and headed to the bathroom.
“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?”
He turned back to me, a smirk on his lips. “I thought I’d shower first.”
“I don’t mind…”
He gave a quiet chuckle before he pulled back the sheets and joined me.
The second our skin came into contact, I felt his searing heat. Grenades were in the bulges of his arms, and concrete was in his chest. Instead of circling his waist with my thighs, I rolled him to his back and got on top.
He relaxed into the pillows and didn’t fight me on it. He dragged his eyes down my body and looked me over with an instant kindling of desire. Big hands gripped my waist, and his thumbs pressed into my belly on either side of my belly button.
He was rock hard at my command, and I guided him to my entrance before I gently pushed, knowing my slickness would bring him home. I slowly sank down his length, my eyes on his, his stare hungry. “You have the dick of a god.”
He didn’t smirk or chuckle. With eyes as serious as the underworld, he stared me down and pulled me farther onto his length, pulling me until my ass touched his balls. Then his big hands moved to my ass and squeezed my cheeks so hard he’d leave marks.
I started to move up and down, rock forward and backward, take him at a gentle pace because he seemed to prefer that when I was the one in charge. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”
All he did was release a quiet moan.
I planted my hands on his chest, and I arched my back as I rose and fell, hard tits up. “And thank you for letting me ride this fat dick.”