Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
As I begin to rub his glutes, I note one of his hips is higher than the other. I move my fingers to the side of his low back to investigate if the pulling is still coming from a tight QL.
Oh.
Um, yeah. It’s not.
Joey has a hard-on.
The muscles in my pelvic floor lift and squeeze in response to that very revealing tell. I guess I wasn’t imagining the sexual tension between us.
I guess it runs both ways.
And it’s crazy how much I want to give him that happy ending now.
I slow my movements down, drawing in a deep breath. Circling his muscular buttock.
Nope. This can’t happen. As satisfying as it would be to fulfill all my teenage fantasies with Joey LaTorre right here, right now, I’m not doing it.
I will not get involved with anyone in the Family ever again.
My mom barely got us out of La Cosa Nostra. Even now, I find out they’ve had their eye on us this entire time.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy this situation a little.
Joey
I seriously don’t understand why all massages can’t have happy endings.
No, what I don’t understand is how anyone can get through a massage without their dick getting as stiff as the Washington Monument.
And why in the fuck is Sophie rubbing my ass, anyway? It’s my low back that hurts, not my ass.
Not that I want her to stop.
I want her to go fucking on. She’s torturing me now, her fingertips brushing between my ass cheeks, her thumbs prodding the inside of my sitbone–way too fucking close to my balls to not be sexual.
She’s going to get herself in trouble if she keeps it up.
Big trouble.
I don’t know what game she’s playing, but I swear to Christ, she is asking for punishment.
I want her to wrap those clever fingers of hers right around my erection. To lean down and purr in my ear again with that sex-kitten voice of hers and tell me to let her have it.
Sophie Palazzo is all grown up, and I want a piece of her.
She moves the sheet over and works on my other side, torturing me the same way. At this rate, I’m going to be in more pain when I leave than when I came in.
“Sophie,” I growl.
“Mmm hmm?” She dips those fingers between my legs, finding the inside of my sit bone on this side, causing my ball sack to tighten.
“You keep that up, and you’re gonna find yourself in a world of trouble.”
I swear to la Madonna, she’s angling for it because she doesn’t miss a beat. “What kind of trouble?”
“The kind that ends with you on this table and me pounding between your legs until you scream.”
That stops her. Her fingers still against my skin.
Then she goes in for the kill, sweeping right over my balls, massaging them with even more expertise than she used on the rest of me.
All I can think is that she wants me to fuck her. She wants it hard and rough and out of control because that’s what I need to give her.
I twist and catch her wrist, making her gasp. I swing my legs off the table to stand, pick her up by the waist, and sit her on the massage table. “This what you want?” I don’t even recognize my own voice, it’s so deep and guttural.
I push her back on the table and hike one knee toward her shoulder. She’s in a short skirt, so all I have to do is pull her panties to the side to lick into her. “You need your own happy ending, babygirl?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
Well. This is unexpected.
Definitely not an unpleasant turn of events, though. I suck her labia, tease her folds with the tip of my tongue, penetrate her with it.
She grips the back of my head, pressing me against that juicy flesh. I swirl my tongue around her clit, and she bucks. “Do you have a condom?”
Well, damn. That sounded like one hell of an invitation, if I ever heard one.
“I do.” I pull her off the table and spin her to face it, then lift her skirt and smack her ass, probably harder than I should for a first date.
Is this a first date? Whatever it is.
“This is what happens when you tease my cock, Sophie.” I pull down her panties and smack her other cheek.
“Oh!” she gasps. She reaches back to rub, and I take her wrist and fold her arm behind her back.
“You get fucked. Hard.”
“Yes, please,” she murmurs.
I hold her hips and guide my cock to her entrance, which is wet and ready. This is so fucked up because while Sophie is as familiar as family, I don’t even know her. I haven’t spoken to her in over a dozen years. Not since she was a kid, and her father had just died. Or maybe it was my father’s funeral when she handed me a pack of gum.