Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I go to the office, get the schedules and books in order, and then return to the lounge floor.
It’s quiet, with soft music playing, and that won’t change until the afternoon when more patrons roll in.
When I wander near the bar, I spot Cilla standing a few feet away from the two prostitutes leaning on the polished wood.
I give them some space, watching them together. Cilla is smiling, wearing jeans and a red T-shirt. It only takes seconds to think about putting my mouth on her skin and her hands on my body.
“When are you coming back?” one of the girls asks. I can’t remember her fucking name as we rotate the girls between the lounges, but her tone is short, and I don’t appreciate that.
Cilla drops her chin, her shoulders dropping. “I’m not coming back. I got married. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t appreciate my returning to work.”
The anger rises fast enough that I have to clench my fists to keep from marching over there. But I both want to hear what the girls say to her and what she says to them.
The other girl eyes Cilla for a moment. “You sure seem different…”
Cilla’s back stiffens. “I mean, you don’t wear your hooker heels to the grocery store, do you?”
They giggle at each other and speak too softly for me to hear. I simply watch her as she interacts with her friends. The wave of longing hits me again, and I picture her asleep on my chest this morning. I rub at my sternum for a moment and push the thoughts away. As much as I want her, and as much as I need her, I’ll never be worthy of her.
I focus on what they are saying again. Cilla takes a step back from the long-haired brunette to her left. I was distracted and didn’t catch what she said to her…but Cilla’s body language was enough to send me marching across the bar to her side.
The women retreat to the bar rail as I wrap my arm around Cilla’s waist. “Ladies. Good morning.”
The brunette recovers first, stepping up to my side. “Ivan. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you. Come to play?”
Cilla slaps the woman’s hand as it moves toward my suit jacket. “Don’t touch him.”
A smile curves across my face as I glance down at Cilla’s fierce look. I tilt her chin up toward me. “Jealous, malyshka? That’s kind of hot.”
A pink wash hits her cheeks. “I just…I mean…”
The brunette pouts. “You don’t get to keep every client you sleep with. If he chooses someone else, you have to step aside.”
I keep Cilla’s eyes on mine and dip my head to kiss her. She tastes like mint and coffee. I curve my hand to the back of her neck as I deepen the kiss enough that she grabs my arm, digging her nails into my jacket.
When I release her lips, she is dreamy-eyed, and her lips are swollen.
I speak again but to the brunette, keeping my eyes on Cilla. “I’m not her client. I’m her husband.”
There’s a soft gasp, and I realize Cilla made the sound. She clears her throat, and I’ve had enough of waiting to touch her. “Come with me.”
I drag her back to the office by the forearm. Once inside, I lock the door, slamming her into the wood, and take her mouth again.
She clings to my shoulders, and when I trail my mouth down to her jaw, then her neck, she whimpers. “Is this all you wanted to do today? We could have stayed in bed for this. We didn’t need to put on pants.”
“You’re right.” I breathe against her skin. “Next time, no pants. I want you in a dress so I can touch this sweet little pussy anytime I feel like it.”
I grab her pants, drop to my knees to rip them open, and shove her underwear to her ankles. The angle isn’t ideal, but I bury my face into her sweet scent and lick up her body's seam.
God, even her taste calms me, sedating the demon inside. I suckle her clit and wrap my hands around the curve of her ass to cup the cheeks. Her fingers delve across my head until her nails dig into my bare scalp. I love the feeling of her pleasure marking me. “Spread your legs wider. Give me more of my pretty fucking pussy.”
She shifts her stance, and I curve my hand to spear her as I drag my tongue from her opening to her clit, wetting her up even more. “You taste like heaven.”
She moans and drops her head against the wood. But it’s not enough. “Louder, Malyshka. I want them to know how much I make you scream.”
I spread her a little wider and push in a third finger. Her sheath tightens around me, silken and wet, as I lower my head to her clit again.