Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“What do you mean we have an hour, Nix? The girls won’t be home for awhile. All I want to do is stay in bed.” Last night, true to his words, dinner was delivered. I stayed in bed, only slipping on a tee shirt I found on the dresser. It was folded, smelt like Nix, and now it’s mine, or it was until I was divested of said shirt after dinner, and he pulled me on his lap, lining his cock up to my center, and I sank down slowly.
“The girls texted the group chat this morning.” Emmy set that up Monday night while we were all together in the kitchen, Nix and I working together to make the Italian grinder sandwiches. Of course, his contribution was making homemade potato chips. Who even knew that was a thing? This is why, for the rest of the week, Emmy and Rory would shoot off texts in the group making requests for what they’d like for dinner. I only smiled and laughed after reading them on my lunch break or after work. There’s really no competition when it comes to my cooking versus Nix’s—he wins hands down.
“Oh yeah? What catastrophe happened now?” I roll over so we’re face to face, throwing my leg over his hip. Phoenix still has his fingers inside of me. Now I kind of hope he takes them out and uses his cock instead.
“Apparently, after dinner and the show last night, they did some shopping. Now they’re eating breakfast, then shop again. Jesus, how my dad corralled them all this long is amazing. Anyways, the girls want to come home after lunch.” I moan when his thumb presses against my clit. I try to keep my eyes open but fail epically. He works me up at a steady pace. If he’d go a bit faster, I’d be coming like lightning.
“I guess that means our day of luxuriating in your bed is coming to an end. I love my girls, so I’m going with Ya-Ya shopped them till they dropped, and now they’re ready to be bums on a log. Oh God. Right there.” I arch my back. Nix doesn’t take the bait, much to my chagrin. What does a girl have to do to get an orgasm from her man?
“Not yet. I’m going to keep fucking you with my fingers. The next thing I’m about to tell you today may piss you off. Before I tell you what we’re doing, I’ll tell you this. I’m going to be in your corner. Your schedule isn’t allowing for this to happen during the week, so while yes, I pulled some strings, asked for a favor, I did it for you.” He flicks his fingers back and forth inside me, getting what he wants, me not to be upset because I’m pretty sure if Nix is leading up to it this way, it’s sure to piss me off.
“If you stop, I’m going to walk home butt naked, pull out a toy, and use it my damn self.” This foreplay session has gone on entirely too long. I’m ready to either get off with his fingers or take it into my own hands, literally. It doesn’t matter, but this teetering on the edge is pure torture.
“We’ve got an appointment with a divorce attorney in an hour. Eli recommended him. He’s not cheap, but he’s not too expensive either. I’m paying for the consult since I’m fucking determined to have you out of that douchebag’s name. Consider it my early birthday present mixed with yours.” My eyes snap wide, jaw hanging open, and I’m ready to light a fire under Phoenix Drakos’ ass. I did the research on what the going rates were. They were not cheap. The good news was most used your consult fee and put it toward your retainer if you went with them, which is why I wanted to find the perfect fit.
“Nix, you did not.” Phoenix doubles down, thumb to my clit, working in smooth circles, his fingers sliding back and forth in a fevered pace, all while doing something with the two digits inside me, a seesaw-like effect that has me bearing down.
“Fuck yeah, I like that look on your face, sweetheart. Take my fingers. Fuck your pussy on them and come for me.” I let out a long moan, deep and throaty. Nix with his dirty mouth and the dirtier things he does to my body. My orgasm is long, drawn out. I’m completely and totally sated. I should still be upset with him for overstepping his bounds. It should have been me who made the appointment and spent the money.
“Come on. Time for a shower, coffee, and a small snack. You can yell at me later.” He slides his fingers out of my center, dragging the tips up to the middle of my chest. The scent of our lovemaking bathes our bodies. Right now, though, it’s my unique aroma that has me thinking of having Nix in another way. He doesn’t allow that, not if we have an appointment to get to.