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)
“My pretty little pet,” I tease as my thumb lightly brushes her swollen clit back and forth as I watch her body shudder as I grab the back of one leg and lift it.
“You ever been fucked here?” Moving my wet thumb to her rosette hole, I look at her face to gauge her reaction.
Courtney’s eyes dart open as she tries to sit up. “No.” She cries out and tries to scoot back as I feel my cock getting hard again. But I let go of her leg and pull my jeans up because that needs preparation, especially with the size of my dick. It also requires trust, and clearly, she’s not there yet.
“Hungry?” I kiss her ruby lips that are still trying to catch her breath.
“What?” She sounds stunned.
“I’m going to make us dinner.” I grin, giving her another kiss, then go to move, but she grabs my shirt and pulls me back.
“No, seriously. What just happened?” she whispers, looking dazed.
“I fucked you.”
“Ammo.” She clings to me. “Just to be clear, I’m not going to be your…pet.” She whispers the pet part as I throw my head back and laugh.
“Why not? I told you I’d take care of you…” Not being able to stop myself from kissing her sugared lips.
“That’s not funny.” She bites down, then mumbles. “I’m Courtney Falcon…I can’t be… what I’m saying is, I don’t like—” And I have to stop her, it’s getting painful to hear her stuttering over the fact that she’s horrified she might like kink.
“Fine, you don’t have to be my pet,” I grin, rubbing my nose back and forth on hers as she sighs into me.
“Thank God, you were only kidding.”
“Yes, Courtney.” My eyes caress her face, an air of seriousness takes hold and my heart feels like it tightens… the fuck?
“Unless you want to be my pet.” Waggling my eyebrows at her.
“Stop.” She rolls her eyes as I help her off my island, not being able to hide my grin as she reaches back to steady herself. Christ, she can barely stand.
I could get used to this. I like her being here, in my kitchen, cooking for her, it’s almost more intimate than fucking.
I reach up to grab a saucepan, and a pot to boil the pasta, while she tries to straighten her skirt, which at this point has to be ruined.
“Do we need to talk about birth control?” I say over my shoulder, walking into my pantry which is where my cheese refrigerator is. I rarely spend my money, not because I’m cheap, I’m just always touring, so every need and necessity is taken care of. So I have my charities that I donate to, but food and cooking is another one of my passions, so when I’m home I have the best cheeses imported in.
“Courtney?”
I hear her sigh as I grab some aged Pecorino Romano and bucatini pasta and walk back out, watching her dig into one of her purses she dumped on my island, and brings out a birth control pack and shakes it.
“Satisfied?”
“You like Cacio e pepe?” I raise a brow at her, I knew she was lying, but the fact that I still didn’t wrap up my dick is disturbing. I’m hardly father material.
“Yes, I love it. Now, do you have something to say to me? Something you want to admit in regard to where your dick has been?” She straightens, grabbing the band around her wrist to pull her hair up.
“Yeah, I seem to lose my mind around your cunt. Forgive me, but I always wear protection.” My voice is final, because that’s gonna have to satisfy her. Courtney smirks and sits down on one of my barstools, her eyes narrowing as she watches me.
“Wait. You’re going to cook?” She sounds incredulous.
“Of course, who else?” Bringing the beer that I opened earlier to my lips, I watch the play of emotions on her face.
“I don’t understand, where’s your help?”
“You’re looking at it. I don’t have people in my house as help. I prefer my privacy.” I smirk at her stunned face. “Grab the bottle of Jägermeister out of the freezer, please.” I motion with my head as I go to start the pasta water.
“Um, oh-kay.” She laughs as if she doesn’t believe me, her eyes narrowing on me as she makes her way to the fridge.
“I love to cook, it relaxes me,” I admit as I turn on the water to boil.
“So, you have no help? No assistant? Housekeeper? Surely you have security?”
“I have Betty,” I state.
“Betty?”
“Yep, she takes care of the house shit. Then I have a company monitor my security. Other than that, I either do it, or Rafe takes care of it.” Bringing the beer to my lips, I admire her ass as she leans over to grab the Jäger from the freezer.