Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Millie, sunshine. You’ve got to get up, unless you’re calling out of work.” I graze her forehead with my lips, my fingers pulling up the shirt she’s wearing, one of mine she must have snagged, while I’m trying to find skin.
“I can’t call out of work. It’s not like anyone else would show up,” she says groggily. I did what Millie asked, not so much as bringing up yesterday morning, even if the need to apologize is only making me feel even guiltier.
“Then you get ready. I’ll make coffee and breakfast, and call Mike to take you to work, then I’ll head home.” Missing work yesterday has me behind on emails and phone calls, undoubtedly so. I also need to call Parker and get my ass in the ring. I already know what he’ll say, the same thing Krista has told me from the time she formally adopted me. I’m not a product of my past. Too bad my psyche won’t allow me to let shit go. Forgiving and forgetting is damn near impossible when you’re dropped off at a foster home at the age of eight, half-starved, dirty, and in need of more than what you’re provided with by a family who only sees you as a paycheck. All because your mom was chasing a high, couldn’t afford you and her habit. A father who was never around; she never spoke a word about who or where he was. I was another kid who got lost in the system until I met Parker.
“Yes, God, yes. That sounds better than sex right about now.” I chuckle, moving us until Millie is on her back, her thighs spread open as I work my way between them.
“Is that so? Better than my cock or my mouth, too?” Her hair has fallen out of her bun, the brownish red strands tumbling around her shoulders, eyes still drowsy with sleep, a soft smile playing on her face.
“Hmmm, when you put it that way, maybe not?” I’m on my elbows, caging her in on either side of her head. Her legs move to wrap around my waist, and I move my hips, my cock hitting her bare pussy. I didn’t bother putting any clothes on when we came to bed. Millie wasn’t in the headspace for sex, and I wasn’t going to push it. That still didn’t mean I was wearing boxers. Never have and never will.
“If we had more time, I’d make you eat those words, sunshine. As it is, you’ll barely make it to the shop on time.” I drag the underside of my cock along the slit of her pussy, feeling her legs tighten around me, knowing with one dip of my hips, I’d be inside her, nothing between us. And as much as we both want that, time isn’t on our side. Neither is the fact that we’ve yet to talk, and sex is only going to cloud her head more.
“Tease, that’s what you are, Ezra Hudson.” She doesn’t pull away. I rock my hips a few times until her slickness is coating my length. I’ll keep her scent with me the entire fucking day.
“You’re right about that, but I’m teasing myself, too, Millicent. Now, go get ready for work. I don’t want you stressed out. When you’re through, I’ll pick you up, and you can choose where we land. Tomorrow is your day off. I’m extending my hand to help with the business plan. It’s there; what you do with it is up to you. We’ll talk more after, though, okay?” Millie moves her hips, notching her cunt right on the head of my cock. My head drops, chest tightening with every deep breath.
“Here this weekend. I like your place, Ezra, but everything is here, and it’ll be easier. After my appointment Monday, we’ll talk, figure things out, and see where we go from there.” She doesn’t move any closer, but she doesn’t pull back either.
“That’ll do. You’re playing with fire, sunshine.” A part of me wants to say fuck it, one thrust in, feel her without anything between us. I know myself. I’d not leave her body, not until she came, and then she’d suck the cum right out of me, repercussions be damned.
“Me? Turnabout is fair game.” My mouth presses against hers, tongue licking her lower lip, which causes me to push inside of her.
“Christ, we’re coming back to this, and soon,” I tell her after our kiss is over, pulling away. My cock is none too happy with me. Neither am I, damn it.
“Okay.” Millie is just as breathless as I am, and damn if that doesn’t do something to me.
“Get ready. I’ll make you coffee and breakfast to go.” I slide out of the bed, grab my boxers off the floor, put them on, and head to the kitchen. My head is a fucking mess, and the only way I’m going to clear it is in the ring with my brother.