Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Get off him,” I yelled before I could see what was going on.
Soren, sitting on the floor among a pile of wood and tools, turned, brows pinched.
His gaze slid from my face to the knife in my hand.
A slow smile spread.
“What are you here to save me from, darlin’? The bookcases?”
“Bookcases?” I asked, lowering my arm to my side.
His hand waved around the room.
Sure enough, the formerly empty, white-walled room was now lined in floor-to-ceiling black bookcases. The bottoms featured storage cabinets. But there was almost endless space for actual books.
And Soren wasn’t even done building them yet.
“I only have two more to go. I figured we’d leave that space open,” he said, gesturing, “to put your reading chair in. Or, if you don’t intend to give up your place, we can buy a new one to put here. But we definitely need book storage. Even if just for all the new books you keep buying.”
He was being so careful to not pressure me, to open up the potential for me to make a home here, but also not demand I give up my old one.
That alone made me suddenly feel like I could do it. Drag all my books, pillows, blankets, everything I owned and loved, and move it here.
“How… when have you been doing this?”
“When I was supposed to be going to the gym each morning.”
Right.
At five in the morning, when we both knew I was not going to be awake.
“So, I hope you don’t mind a hangover waistline,” he said, patting his stomach.
“Oh, I think you’re still getting plenty of workouts,” I said, moving over toward him, dropping my knife, then pulling the screwdriver out of his hand and tossing it aside before climbing onto his lap.
“Thank you for building me a library,” I said, surprised when water flooded my eyes.
“I want to encourage your dirty reading habits,” he said, his hands sinking into my ass and dragging me against his lap, where I could feel his appreciation growing. “We both benefit from your… voracious appetite,” he added, his lips going to my neck.
His lips went to mine, kissing me long and deep until I was rocking against his cock, until the need was too strong to delay any longer.
I pushed him flat, then slid out of my pants and panties, before reaching to free him.
His eyes were endless pools of need as I lowered myself down and sucked him into my mouth.
His hips bucked up, making me take him deeper as his hands grabbed the sides of my head, guiding me into the pace he wanted.
His hand shifted to my hair, grabbing, and dragging me up until I moved to straddle him, then take him in.
We both gasped as I lowered down.
There was nothing slow or sweet about how our bodies moved together then.
I rode him hard and fast.
His hips bucked up into mine.
Then we came together, me crying out, him groaning my name.
I fell forward into him after, panting into his neck as his arm rested across my hips.
“I’m gonna venture a guess that you rode me like that because there is food waiting for us downstairs.”
The laugh bubbled up and out as I pushed back to look down at him.
“You know me too well,” I said, smiling.
He slapped my ass. Then I climbed off of him and rushed into the bathroom while he got himself together.
When I made it downstairs, Soren already had the cartons spread out across the coffee table and one of our shows playing on the TV.
“I figure we eat most of this, watch two shows, then spend the rest of night in bed reading that zombie romcom.”
God, if I hadn’t already been in love with the man, I’d have fallen right that moment.
Soren - 6 months
It was the club’s soft opening.
Thanks almost entirely to Saff’s project management skills.
She’d taken to the role with an impressive amount of gusto and skill.
Apparently, working as a mafia capo for years gave her an incredible ability to motivate large groups of men And her hardass, take-no-shit demeanor meant they didn’t give her the runaround.
In such a short time, she’d gone from pretending to be a businesswoman in awful clothes to an actual one in jeans and t-shirts.
Amato Holdings went from a hideous, impersonal office in a shitty building, to a whole floor in my building, with her touches in every inch of the place.
I’d been the one to suggest she legitimately start her own business. I thought she needed that to really feel like she was legit. And to not feel like I had a say in what she was doing. Sure, we were working on Alibi together, but this would allow her to pursue other ventures on her own. Or to continue to work with me. Whatever she wanted to do.
She and Teresa were getting along well. They even teamed up against me on occasion. And T was the one to set up Saff with her own insanely capable receptionist that would help her grow her business.