Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I glanced over to Jourdanne, who was now standing with a bashful smile.
“Why not?”
Leandro took in a breath, then he stepped back from me with a grin and crossed his arms. He looked at Jourdanne for a pause, then back at me. “Well,” he said, but Jourdanne finished the sentence.
“We missed you.”
It hit me right in the heart. “Really?”
“It didn’t feel right celebrating without you,” Jourdanne said. She came over to me and hugged me around the waist. Her loving embrace held me tight for a moment, then she leaned back and looked up at me. “It isn’t right being away from you at all.”
I had no words to say to that. I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her passionately for a few seconds. Leandro was off grabbing a drink from the fridge. I heard it open and close, then there was some rustling in the cabinets.
“Let’s celebrate,” he called from across the room.
I was lost in Jourdanne then. My hands were sliding around her body, and she was opening to me like a flower. She wasn’t about to ignore Leandro though. She pulled back slowly with a smile as her eyes left me and found Leandro.
“Come on,” she said, taking my hand and leading me over to the kitchen area. “Let’s have a drink to celebrate.”
Jourdanne and I sat on the barstools opposite the counter island where Leandro was pouring champagne. He slid the glasses over, then we all took one and clanged them together with a laugh as we said, “Cheers!”
As I drank back the bubbly liquid, I caught sight of Leandro watching me. His eyes were fierce and sharp, like he was hungry for something.
I knew exactly what.
His glass hit the counter a bit loudly, then he was on his way to run his fingers through my hair. Our mouths met instantly, his tongue gliding over mine like he was running out of time.
Fuck if that champagne wasn’t delicious on his tongue!
Leandro’s hands reached for my buttons, opening one after the other until he got to the bottom. He spread the shirt wide and lowered his mouth to my chest. Kisses soft and smooth ran the length of my chest. He nibbled when he came to my nipple, circling his tongue around as his breath warmed my skin.
Jourdanne took another sip of her drink before setting down the glass. She looked over at me with a smile, a seductive and alluring smile. Once the innocent virgin, Jourdanne now knew what was expected. She also knew what Leandro and I liked most.
Stepping back to open his shirt and toss it to the floor, Leandro made room for Jourdanne to come and unfasten my pants. Her fingers traced the seam of my zipper on her way to the button. My cock hardened, that achy throbbing started to rush through my every sense. She peered up at me momentarily with a grin, a devilish one that told me she couldn’t wait to get to me.
Her hand slid up and down my pants once more, slower this time. I drew in a sharp breath. I almost couldn’t contain myself. I felt like I mattered. Not only was she eager to please me, but she had also chosen me. I was more important to her than the yacht party, and that meant everything.
Her fingers traced the ridge of my pants, one poking over to rub along my skin. Another, then another. She took hold and unfastened the pants, lowering the zipper slowly as her eyes kept to mine.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I mumbled. I ran my fingers alongside her face and let her hair fall over my skin. She smelled good. Roses, like always.
Leandro stood behind Jourdanne watching her. He took her hair and swept it aside, and she opened her neck to him. His tongue ran the length of her neck, all the way to her ear as she leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes.
She hummed his name. “Leandro, mmm, yes.”
Her hand kept to my pants, fondling and massaging until she worked me out. My cock stood hard and erect, waiting for her, begging for her touch.
I grabbed myself as her eyes came back to me. She stared over my cock, then she leaned closer, her lips parting, her tongue sliding from one corner to the next.
“Lick it,” I told her. My hand held to her face as I guided the tip of my cock to her lips. “Right there. Yes.” Shallow breaths overcame me as that sweet smell of roses filled my lungs. It was in her hair, on her skin.
Leandro was still behind Jourdanne, working at her dress. His hand slid up her thigh, peeling back the outfit and exposing her bare ass. Fuck, I wanted that ass. I wanted to nibble at it, smack it hard.