Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Would have served you right, but your aunt didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who carried around a shotgun.”
An odd look came over his face before he smiled. “You’d be surprised.”
I rolled my eyes. “But why do you want to spend time with me? Don’t you have better things to do? Like your job? Certainly there’s some great gadget awaiting your approval.”
Running his hand through his shoulder length black hair, he smirked. “I’m sure there is, but you’re more important.”
“You confuse me.” I released a soft sigh, unable to resist the urge to stroke his heavily muscled forearm, my fingers trailing over the light dusting of soft black hair. “I don’t understand you, and I feel like I’m never on firm ground when I’m around you.”
“Good, ‘cause I can’t sweep you off your feet if they’re still on the ground.” He gave me a wink as I groaned, then one more squeeze before releasing me. “Get cleaned up, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
He walked across the room, all that delicious muscle flexing with each stride. That ass of his…it was perfect, and I regretted not giving it a good squeeze while I could. He grabbed his damp shirt, then grinned at me as my face heated. My sex still pulsed with the aftereffects of all those amazing orgasms, and I crossed the room, meeting him at the door.
“Wait.” I leaned up on my tippy toes, placing a kiss on his firm lips before pulling back with a small smile. “Thank you for the orgasms.”
His eyes sparkled, and he threw back his head as he laughed. “Anytime, mami. I mean that. If we’re out in public, and you tell me you need to cum, I’ll find a way to make it happen.”
I blinked up at him, taken aback by Ramón openly talking about one of my favorite fantasies. I have no idea why, but I find the idea of secretly having sex in public to be exciting. I’ve never done anything like that—making out in the back of a car doesn’t count—but, oh, how I love the idea of doing something so naughty where I could get caught. And punished.
“What are you thinking about?” Ramón asked with a soft growl. “It has your nipples hard as bullets.”
I crossed my arms with a nervous laugh. “Uh, nothing. I have to get cleaned up, again, so I’ll see you downstairs!”
His laughter receded behind me as I practically ran to the bathroom. “Someday, I’ll find out what you were thinking about, and I’ll make it happen.”
Chapter 5
After throwing on a new pair of jean shorts and a black t-shirt, I wasn’t surprised in the least to find Mark sitting in his kitchen with his gun pointed in my direction.
In his early thirties with flecks of grey in his short light brown hair, Mark could be one scary son of a bitch when he wanted, but even if he had a gun pointed at my head, I wasn’t worried.
His mouth barely moved as he muttered, “I should shoot you right in your dumb ass.”
Normally, I’d be pissed that he was pulling a gun on me, but he had good reason to be angry. I’d broken into his home and violated his trust in me. While I may not give one flying monkey fuck for most of society’s rules, I did follow my own personal moral code. And my code clearly stated that you did not break into a friend’s house.
Lifting my hands in the air in mock surrender, I made my way over to the stainless-steel coffee pot sitting on the deep chocolate and gold-flecked granite counter tops. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I couldn’t be without her last night.”
With a sigh, Mark holstered his gun then leaned back in his white leather chair in the ultra-modern white and brown kitchen. He looked like shit, dark circles beneath his bloodshot silver eyes and lines of strain around his mouth. I took in his worn jeans and the stain on his t-shirt along with the harsh slope of his shoulders. No doubt, he was hurting after the fight he’d had while rescuing Joy and Hannah from Manny and his dirty fucks. My fingers tightened on the edge of the counter, my knuckles white as I reined my irritation in while the fact that I’d almost lost Joy put me instantly on edge.
It wasn’t easy, but the knowledge that Joy would be joining us soon made it easier to put a leash on my hair-trigger temper than usual.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.” Rubbing his face, Mark shook his head. “I find one camera in my house, and you will regret it. If I find any in my bedroom or bathroom, I’ll shoot you in the head myself, you sick fuck.”
Shaking my head and fighting my grin, I grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard. “Trust me, I have no desire to watch you take your morning shit. Besides, I wouldn’t do that to you.”