Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Seeing my response to his touch, he doesn’t let up, pushing and pushing until there’s nothing left for me to hold on to, and as he sucks my clit, giving me just the right pressure, I succumb to his wicked ways, detonating like a goddamn missile.
Everything shatters, and I cry out as I grip his hair, holding him right there as my orgasm pulses through my body like liquid fire, destroying everything in its path. Zeph doesn’t dare stop working me, drawing every last ounce of pleasure out of my body until I collapse into a wrecked heap on the dining table.
My body goes limp, and I release my hold on Zeph’s dark hair, completely spent as I struggle to catch my breath. When Zeph slowly pulls away, he drops the softest kiss to my inner thigh before collapsing back into the dining room chair, gaping at me as though he can barely comprehend what the hell just happened.
“Fuuuck,” he says slowly, blowing out a heavy breath. “Are you, uhhh . . . you good?”
I gaze at him, my brow arching. “Oh, yeah.”
“My dad?” he questions, a hint of nervousness in his tone.
I scoff, still astonished by the beast of a man that is Caesar Di Rozé, but I don’t know if I should let on just how much I enjoyed his little interruption. Though, if Zeph couldn’t tell by the immediate response my body had to Caesar, then surely he’s blind. “I ain’t mad about it.”
Zephyr laughs. “Well, shit. Why aren’t I surprised?”
My gaze dances back and forth between Zephyr and his father, my lips pressed into a hard line so as to not give anything away, but Zeph is so focused on Caesar that it wouldn’t matter if I were to climb up onto the kitchen counter and perform one of the dances from Burlesque. Zeph wouldn’t even notice, but Caesar would. He seems to notice everything I do.
“If you and I are going to co-exist in the same house,” Zeph starts, his hands braced against the kitchen counter as Caesar leans against the island, one foot crossed over another as though he hasn’t got a care in the world. “Then we need to establish some boundaries.”
Caesar scoffs, his gaze shifting to mine for just a moment before lowering to my shirt and smirking, sending a wave of pride shooting through me. I knew he’d like my I might be a handful, but so is this ass shirt, but damn. I wasn’t expecting his approval to send shockwaves through me like this.
Without skipping a beat, his gaze returns to his son. “If you insist on fucking this woman across every surface my house has to offer, then that’s your business. I won’t stand in your way. In fact, I encourage it. However, if you wish to spread her out like a buffet across my table, then that’s on you.”
Zeph stares at his father, confusion dancing in his dark eyes. “How the hell is that on me?”
“You know the rules of a buffet, Zephyr. It’s all you can eat. Consider yourself lucky that I turned it into a learning experience and allowed you to finish your meal instead of taking over completely. God knows she needed me to.”
I choke back a laugh and can’t help the stupid grin that pulls across my face. “I agree,” I tell Zeph, watching as his eyes widen and his head swivels toward me in shock.
“The fuck?”
“He’s right. That’s the rule of a buffet,” I say. “It’s all you can eat. Besides, I was spread out on his dining table. You can hardly blame the man for assuming it was a free for all. Perhaps a thank you is in order. After all, he certainly taught you some valuable tricks of the trade.”
Zeph shakes his head, a bewildered expression crossing his face. “What the fuck is happening right now?”
Caesar looks back at me. “I take it from your fervent performance that my son took my notes under advisement?”
A wide grin stretches across my lips, and I can all but feel the sparkles dancing in my eyes. “Oh, he more than took them under advisement.”
Pride swirls in Caesar’s eyes, and I’m momentarily hypnotized when Zeph cuts in, reminding me that he’s here and jumping his father in his presence probably isn’t in my best interest. “Uh, again. What the fuck? I’ll have you assholes know that I am more than equipped to get a woman off without my father’s input.”
“Could have fooled me,” Caesar teases.
Zeph gapes at his father before looking at me for help, and I reluctantly give in. “Okay, okay,” I say, letting out a heavy breath. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be so mean. Your tongue game is on point, and before your father walked in, you would have absolutely gotten the job done.”