Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Thrusting his tongue into my mouth this time.
His fingers tighten in my hair to keep me from escaping and my entire body feels weak.
My muscles and bones melting as his tongue strokes against mine.
Never have I felt what I’m feeling.
From only a fucking kiss.
It’s as if he’s both destroying me and rebuilding me again.
The waves of pleasure flowing through me touch every cell of my being.
Igniting them and filling me with a heat I didn’t realize I’ve been craving and missing.
When he finally pulls away, I’m not ready for it to be over.
I want more.
His eyes even darker and scarier, Jude rasps, “I won’t be long.”
Speechless, I watch him glance down at Abel. Watch his expression immediately soften with tenderness. “Keep an eye on your mom for me.”
Abel babbles back at him.
Having taken advantage of our closeness, he clutches at Jude’s arm.
Jude gently pries Abel’s little fingers off him, gives his hand a quick kiss, and walks past me.
I spin to watch him walk over to the dining area. Grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair, he slips it on.
Then he grabs his gun off the table, checks it, and slips it into the holster on his hip.
Turning back to me, his eyes run over me from head to toe. Scorching me with more heat.
And promise.
Promise of all the things he’d love to do to me.
Seeing him in his suit without a shirt, all his tattoos and muscles on full display, once again makes my knees feel weak.
Until he says, “You should start packing while I’m gone.”
Irritation quickly extinguishes the heat and I frown at him.
Grinning mischievously, as if he likes annoying me, he walks up to the front door. “Lock the door behind me.”
Then he’s gone. The door clicking firmly behind him.
Rushing up to the door, I quickly lock it.
Not that I believe for one second it will stop him from getting back in.
But it’s the principle that counts.
Moving to the window, I pull down some my blinds and watch his car pull out.
It doesn’t feel like I breathe again until he’s gone for good, speeding up the street.
I don’t know how much time I have before he comes back, but I’m sure as fuck not going to waste it.
After giving Abel his medicine, I set him down in his playpen to play while I turn the house upside down for my phone.
I know I had it last night. I remember grabbing it before Jude and I left the club, but the fucking thing is nowhere to be found.
Dumping out my purse on the dining room table, I sort through the mess, hoping for a miracle.
But come up empty-handed.
And discover I’m not only missing my phone, I’m also missing my wallet.
There’s no way I left both my wallet and phone at the club.
No way.
Jude must have taken them.
Shit.
Wracking my brain, I try to remember if there’s anything on the phone that could incriminate me. My uncle’s number is saved, of course.
But our text messages mostly consisted of him reminding me to check in…
Except for the night I got caught. I texted my uncle everything that happened and begged to be released from the job.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Checking the little zipper pocket inside my purse, I find the twenties I keep there for emergencies.
Without my wallet, the twenties are all I have to my name.
Scooping everything back into my purse, I grab Abel from the playpen, slip my feet into my flip-flops, and leave the house.
I’ve always found the neighborhood eerily quiet during the day. The kids are in school and almost everyone is at work.
But at least with it so empty, it would be easy to spot someone watching me.
Eyeing my surroundings nervously, looking for anything out of place, I race to Sonya’s and knock on her door.
“Eden,” she greets me sleepily, still dressed in her pajamas.
Behind her, I can hear her son Alex clapping and singing along with whatever kid show is on the TV.
“Sorry to bother you, Sonya,” I say as I shift Abel on my hip, “but could I borrow your phone?”
Sonya frowns. “Sure, but I only have a few minutes left. I’m going to reload it today…”
Of fucking course. That would be my luck.
I do my best to keep my frustration from showing on my face. “How many minutes?”
Sonya walks away from the door, disappearing into her living room before quickly reappearing.
Her frown deepening, she holds out her phone. “I guess I used most of it up last night when I was trying to reach you. There’s just under three minutes left.”
Can I explain everything to my uncle in less than three minutes and convince him to help me?
Maybe.
But not likely…
“Is everything okay?” Sonya asks, concern washing over her face.
I resist the urge to glance over my shoulder and nod.
With little time to waste, I ask, “Do you mind watching Abel for a few? I’m going to run up to the store.”