Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“I take it that’s a yes to both?” I reach for her. “Done.” I growl into her mouth. She straddles me as her eyes flow with tears and my cock starts to rise up excitedly, again.
“Yes, yes.” She kisses my mouth, then slides to the floor, her hand grabbing ahold of my throbbing erection.
“But we’re not going to Vegas.” She starts to trace the mushroom tip with just her tongue, her eyes locked on mine as I breathe through my nose and arch a brow at her.
“We’re not?” I growl as she starts to suck the tip, hard, and hums.
“Uh-umm.” Then pops off and I lay my head back and smile up at the ceiling.
“Tell me? What do you want, my love?” My hands reach for her hair as I lift my head and our eyes clash.
“I want a huge fairytale wedding, with the white dress, and bridesmaids.” She smiles. “I want everything, and I want it here.” She blinks up at me coyly, and I tighten my hands in her hair. All I can do is stare at her as my heart pounds.
Dream girl, she’s my dream girl.
I’ll give her the world, all she has to do is ask for it. Then I grin as I shove my cock back in her mouth and growl.
“Done.”
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Jett
Beverly Hills, CA
“Hand me my coffee.” I finish buttoning my starched white dress shirt and stare into the bathroom mirror.
“What?” My fiancée screeches at her phone and sits up. Her fake tits barely move when she tosses the covers off and stands, showing me her phone, as if I can see it from where I’m standing.
Reaching for my tie, I can’t help but grin. Whatever is on there is unleashing the legendary bitch. My cock hardens. Not gonna lie—seeing her be a cunt does something for me.
“Is the governor’s fundraiser tonight?” she snaps.
“Coffee,” I demand right back. Her dark eyes narrow. Licking her lips, she dramatically reaches for my mug, then sashays toward me.
My erection instantly deflates, not because Rachel isn’t beautiful. She is. At forty-eight, she looks damn good. She eats nothing but salmon and salads and exercises every day. Along with her dermatologist’s and plastic surgeon’s help, my fiancée could easily pass for mid-thirties.
I’m just a dick, I guess. Thankfully, Rachel’s on the same page. Makes things easy, uncomplicated. I get to have zero guilt that I don’t love her.
And she gets to have me. All my money, connections, power, all of it. That’s what turns Rachel on. That, and the fact she enjoys watching other women suck my cock as much as I get off watching her eat other women’s cunts.
We belong together, both selfish, workaholics, into making money and climbing the social ladder. Hell, at the rate I’m going, the sky’s the limit. And Rachel knows it.
Smirking, she invades my space and places my mug on our large marble sink. While I smooth my tie, the flowery perfume she favors makes my nose twitch. I need to discuss switching her scent. That, and her straight black bob. I’m sick of the Uma Thurman-Pulp Fiction look on her.
“So.” She holds her phone up again. “Jennifer just texted me. Apparently, it’s the governor’s fundraiser tonight, and Emily does not have it on my calendar.” She stares at me like I can actually do something about this.
“Did you text Emily?” Already thinking of other stuff, I reach for my coffee.
“Of course,” she says tightly. “I hope she doesn’t think she can slack off because I let her blow you.” Her eyes caress my face.
I grin, setting down the coffee. “You, allow her? Rethink your words, Rachel.” I cock my head. The morning rays from the bathroom skylight aren’t doing her any favors. Yeah, that hair color and style have to go.
“Jett, she’s my assistant—” Her voice trails off and she tries to touch me.
Not in the mood, I grab her wrist, stopping her. “If Emily doesn’t have it on your calendar, there has to be a reason. Before you get unreasonable, wait for her answer.”
Tossing her wrist aside, I reach for my suit jacket. Her eyes narrow on me, and she glances down at her vibrating phone.
“Be polite,” I warn.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so obvious, Jett. Don’t worry. I won’t fire her until she fucks us both again.” She shakes her head.
I place my hand over my heart. “Aww, Rachel, you get me.”
The look she throws me makes me burst out laughing.
“Emily,” she says curtly into the phone. “Please explain to me why I had to find out from my friend that the governor’s fundraiser is tonight.” She purses her borderline-duck lips.