Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Andrew, my god, you feel so good.”
Fuck. What was it about her screaming my name? It was like I was pulling out her most base, animal instincts.
I upped my relentless pace as she screamed again. Her legs began to shake and she clawed at the side of the hot tub as she came violently in front of the entire city of New York.
But I didn’t stop.
I pulled in a breath and kept going, pulling her up so she was standing, her back to my front. I reached around, one hand pulling and kneading her breasts, the other working her clit. I wanted all of her. I wanted to fill myself up with her, quench my desire, satiate my constant need for her. I never would, but I was driven to try.
“Andrew,” she choked out, breathlessly. “I love you.”
Fuck. It was like she’d poured petrol on my fire and the flames licked up my body, engulfing me in desire. I exploded into her as she melted, desperate and shaking against me for a second time.
My legs couldn’t keep me upright any longer. I collapsed back into the hot tub, holding Sofia firmly against me.
We let the bubbles soothe our aching bodies and drown out the sounds of our heavy breaths.
“Well, if that didn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” Sofia slipped off my lap and rested her head on my shoulder.
“We can’t leave anything to chance,” I said. “We’ll have to repeat that a few more times to make sure.”
“Tonight?” Sofia said, slipping her hand into mine.
“Tonight and every night.”
“I’ll have no energy for work or cooking or . . .”
“Wedding planning?” I turned and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“That either.”
“Then leave it to me. I don’t want to wait.”
She turned, leaning her chin on my shoulder. “You’re so impatient, it’s not like you. What’s the rush?”
“The rush is I want to be your husband.”
The corners of her mouth flickered and turned up into a smile. “You’re so cute.”
“Cute?” I asked her.
“And sexy,” she said.
“You didn’t think that when I was your boss.”
“You’re still my boss and yes, I did. I told you, that tight ass of yours has been my undoing.”
I chuckled. If I was going to be objectified, nobody better to do it than Sofia. “Coming from the woman with the arse sent direct from heaven, I take that as a compliment.” I pulled her onto my lap and brought her in for a long, lingering kiss.
“You’re a good kisser,” she said. “Especially in the moonlight.”
“You inspire great kissing.”
“Can I take credit for your incredible penis?” She reached beneath the water and circled her hand around my cock. I groaned and pushed into her fist.
“You can take credit for the fact that I’m almost permanently hard whenever you’re around.”
She slid off my lap and kneeled at my feet in the water. “I want you in my mouth but I don’t want to drown. Can you sit on the side?”
I lifted myself out of the water and perched on the edge of the tub, watching with wonder at Sofia as she took me whole. She swallowed when I hit the back of her throat and I couldn’t contain a sharp hiss. Shit, I hoped she didn’t plan to tease me like I teased her. The urge to come was almost immediate. I didn’t know if it was the talk of getting her pregnant or just her mouth around my cock. Grabbing my thighs, she worked up and down my shaft, her teeth bordering on too sharp, her tongue firm and insistent.
If I hadn’t already proposed . . .
Despite her protestations, she was perfect. But I wasn’t ready to come.
I shifted and she released me, confusion in her expression.
“I want to come inside you. I’m going to get you pregnant tonight.”
“I want that . . . but maybe we should get married first. After all, I’m an old-fashioned Italian girl.”
I knew it was more than that. Her father leaving her mother was a bruise that she would wear forever. Hopefully, after a lifetime with me, it would fade. “Then let’s go and find some condoms.”
I guided her out of the tub and we padded inside, naked.
“There,” she said, pointing to my wallet on the side table.
I grabbed my wallet and led her to the bedroom. If she wanted old-fashioned, we could do that too. When we’d toweled each other off, I lifted her onto the bed and pushed her knees apart while I stood between them. “I like to see you,” I said. “I love watching every long blink.” I rolled the condom over my cock. “Every bite of your lip, every desperate plea in your expression.” I pushed into her again. There it was, that look that told me she loved me. I’d never take that expression, that feeling she had for me, for granted. I’d work harder than she’d ever know to deserve it.