Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Thought what through?” she asked, pulling away so she could look at me directly.
“This,” I said, waving a hand out.
“The house?”
“No. This. Me. My line of work. What that means for the future.”
“Oh,” she said, putting the pieces together. “Because Luca and Matteo’s mom was killed. As in… killed because of her husband’s involvement in the Family?” she asked.
“Yeah, something like that.”
To that, she glanced out the window for a long moment, long enough that my stomach started to work itself into painful knots.
“Have there been a lot of wives murdered in this Family?” she asked when she turned back.
“What? No. Just her.”
“What about the children?”
“Absolutely not. But it’s not just that.”
“What is it, then?”
“It’s the fear. The worry about something happening to you or the kids or to me.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, yes, I’ve thought about it.”
“We haven’t known each other that long for you to have given it a lot of thought.”
“I mean, I’m not writing a thesis on it,” she said, giving me a smirk to lighten the mood. “But I have absolutely thought about it. I spent quite a few nights with my growing feelings for you, trying to convince myself that I’d had enough of criminal men and the way their lives have impacted me.”
“Which is probably where your head should be,” I told her, even though my gut twisted when I said the words.
“The thing is… I’m not sure there’s a lot of choice in the matter here,” she said.
“What? You have a choice, Cammie. You can turn around and leave right now if you want to.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I know you’re not forcing me to be here. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that I don’t really feel like I had much of a choice in falling for you. It just seemed to happen. In between me listing all the reasons it couldn’t happen. But even if I had a choice, I’m pretty sure I would have chosen you,” she told me, walking over and pressing her hands to my chest. “You’re a pretty amazing man, Massimo.”
Fuck.
I never knew I needed to hear those words until I heard them from the mouth of a woman I could see a future with.
“I mean, I might need to re-think my stance if I find out you wear socks with sandals or put tuna and corn on your pizza.”
“Tuna and corn? The fuck kind of blasphemy is that?”
“I don’t know. I heard it once,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “But I’m honestly way more concerned about the sandals and socks thing,” she told me, lips twitching.
“I don’t own any sandals.”
“Well, then, there’s nothing standing in our way then, is there?” she asked, her hands roaming down my chest as her eyes went a little wicked.
“Can’t think of a fucking thing at the moment,” I agreed as her fingers started to work my shirt buttons free, then gathered the material and yanked it free from my pants.
“I’m not going to lie. Being able to see out but no one else being able to see in is kind of hot,” she told me as her hands moved up my bare chest.
“Bit of an exhibitionist, huh?”
“Never realized it until right this minute,” she told me as one of her hands went down, rubbing over my hard cock through my pants.
“Well, this or any other fantasies you uncover, I’m here to help you realize them,” I said, smirking down at her until she was going down on her knees in front of me, her head angled up, and her hands working my belt free, then my pants, then my boxer briefs.
Never gave my windows too much thought when it came to sex before, as Cammie took me into her mouth as I stood in front of the window, yeah, I absolutely got what she found so hot about it.
Reaching down, I grabbed a hold of her shorter hair, using it to pull her back and then up, needing too much to be inside her, even if the urge to come down her throat was strong.
I pulled her to her feet so I could slip her clothes off, watching the world go by as a backdrop to her beauty, and feeling myself getting harder and harder by the moment.
I slipped on a condom before turning her, one of my hands slipping between her thighs, the other guiding my cock until I slid inside of her.
It wasn’t hard and fast as it had been the other times.
For a change, we weren’t in a rush. We had all the time in the world we needed.
So it was slow and explorative for a while until her moans and demands for more pushed me past my self-control, making me fuck her harder and faster as her arms went out, resting on the bracing between the windows to keep her from flying forward with each thrust.