Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
19
CAESAR
My hand drops to Tilly’s lower back as I walk her through the entrance of her apartment complex. It’s well after two in the morning, and she’s exhausted, but she should be. She had one hell of a night. Tilly was a superstar, and watching her come apart over and over again was easily the best thing I’ve ever seen.
There’s no doubt about it, Tilly Bardot is fucking ravishing. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
Her legs shake on the stairs, and while it fills me with pride, I can’t stand the idea of her losing her footing and falling. “You okay?” I question, just moments from scooping her into my arms and carrying her the rest of the way.
“Yeah,” she says, leaning into my side. “I just need to get inside and crash. Maybe eat something too. I’ve never been so hungry. Who would have known that coming eight times with three different men would have worked up such an appetite?”
“It was nine,” I inform her. “And considering the night you just had, I’m surprised you didn’t have me stopping for takeout on the way home.”
“Trust me, I considered it. We went past three burger places and a Chick-Fil-A, and if I weren’t so tired, I would have demanded you stop to feed me. I swear, I think my stomach is starting to eat itself.”
We reach the top of the stairs, and I make a mental note to see about having an elevator installed in her apartment complex. After all, I can’t have her battling these stairs if we’re going to continue fucking like rabbits the way we’ve been doing. The stairs are a safety hazard. Though, perhaps a brand-new apartment would be better, something much closer to my place. She’s almost wrapping up her college degree. Graduation is right around the corner, so I’m sure she’ll be thinking about moving anyway.
I’m busy running through the best apartment complexes near my place when a sound from down the hall has us both glancing up.
I find a woman sneaking out of an apartment, and judging by the way her clothes are falling off her body and she grips a pair of heels, I can only assume she’s doing the walk of shame. Hearing us in the hallway, her head snaps up, her eyes wide as she sucks in a breath, but realizing we’re not ax murderers lingering in the hallway, she visibly relaxes.
She gives Tilly an awkward smile before shifting her gaze to me, starting low and sweeping right up my body until finally coming to a stop on my face. Her jaw loosens, and she lets out a low breath. “Shit, girl,” she says as we pass by. “Your dad is hot.”
Fuck me.
Tilly laughs, and I slide my hand lower, taking a handful of her ass and squeezing tight. “Your father wouldn’t do that now, would he?”
“Oh my god,” she groans, shoving at my chest. “I don’t even know how to respond without grossing myself out.”
Reaching her apartment, I take her keys out of her hand before opening the door, and as she walks in, I find myself following her and welcoming myself into her home. I close the door behind me, and before I even get a chance to look around, Tilly is already half-naked and making her way into the bathroom.
She turns on the shower, not bothering to shut the door, and honestly, I like how comfortable she feels with me. Though, after what we just did, it wouldn’t make any sense for her to feel shy.
I know I should leave and give her the chance to wind down, but I can’t bring myself to walk back out the door, and as she quickly showers, I find myself hovering in her kitchen, searching through her fridge and cupboards for something to feed her. Only all I seem to find is some shitty ramen noodles and an almost empty bottle of cherry vodka.
Does this woman not know how to feed herself?
She finishes in the shower a moment later and strides out of the bathroom in only a towel, her gaze lingering on me as she sashays right into her bedroom to get dressed. I find myself following her and stopping in her open doorway, my shoulder braced against the frame as I watch her drop her towel.
Her long chestnut hair is pulled up into a messy bun, the soft strands that have fallen out now damp from the shower, and as she steps into a black thong and pulls on a pair of old worn sweatpants, she’s never looked so radiant. Thoroughly fucked, sated, freshly showered, and not an ounce of makeup on her pretty face. She’s fucking perfect.
Tilly digs through her drawers and pulls out a shirt a moment later. When she fixes it over her head, a stupid smirk stretches across my lips as I read the words plastered across her full tits. Don’t be afraid to get on top. If he dies, he dies.