Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Her muffled moans fill the limo and the smell of sex coats the air, bringing me closer to the edge. “That’s it, milk it out of me. Get that little girl you want so bad.” Her whole body jerks at my words, her pussy clamping down on me so hard it’s almost painful. I go over the edge with her, shooting cum deep inside her and filling her up.
I release my hand from over her mouth as she slumps against me. My cock grows hard again instantly, wanting another turn. After all these years I still can’t get enough. I rub small circles on her back as she buries her face in my neck. After a few moments she starts to wiggle on my cock again.
I grab her hips, lifting her off me. I wish we had time for round two, but we’re already late for our reservations and I know the car stopped moving about five minutes ago.
I place her on the seat next to me. Her legs part a little and I can see some of my cum has leaked out of her and is coating her thighs. I grab her dress, pulling it down to cover her before fixing my own clothes. I know she wants another round, but I’ll give her all she wants when we get home tonight. Right now I want to give her a perfect Valentine’s. After all these years we still haven't managed to finally get our Valentine's Day date. We’ve spent the last few years with the kids at home. I want to give her this and make it special.
I lean over, giving her another kiss before I open the car door and pull her out. I reserved us a table at the nicest restaurant in town. I pull her toward me as we make our way to the restaurant. She bites her lip and I know what that means right now. She’s nervous. Dove still hasn't gotten used to the idea of having money and sometimes it makes her feel awkward.
“Reservation for Heart,” I tell the hostess. She smiles at me before looking at her tablet, clicking away. My eyes go to Dove, who is glancing around the restaurant, still chewing on her lip. I pull her lip out with a gentle thumb. She gives me a small smile.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Heart. I can’t find your reservation.” She keeps clicking away.
“Beau Heart.”
Her eyes widen when she hears my full name. “Let me see if I can find something. Maybe—” I hold my hand up to stop her.
“Beau.” Dove pulls on my arm. I take a breath. I don’t want to lose my cool in front of Dove. I just wanted tonight to be perfect for her.
“Never mind,” I tell the hostess without looking back at her. I pull my girl from the restaurant. I hear the hostess call my name, trying to stop us from leaving, likely thinking she might get in trouble with the manager.
“We’ll find somewhere else to eat and then I’m taking you dancing.” Dove loves to dance. She does it all around the house. I love watching her do it. We’ve never gone out to dance before, other than the frequent events and charity dinners we’ve had to go to.
She pulls at my arm again right before we make it to the car. The driver hops out, but I hold my hand up to him to let him know I’ve got the door. He slides back into the driver seat.
“Can we just go home? It’s Tuesday. We can make tacos.” We always make tacos on Tuesday together. It’s fun for us with to do with the boys.
“It’s Valentine's Day,” I tell her, even though I love her idea.
“I know, and nothing would make it more perfect than being home with my boys, making dinner together and decorating those cookies.” She wraps her arms around my neck, getting up on her tiptoes. “Then we can dance the night away, working the sugar out of their system so they crash hard. Then…” She stops, letting her words trail off.
“Then we can work on making that baby girl?”
“Hmm.” She moans before placing a kiss on my lips.
“Sounds perfect.”
I gave her everything she wanted that night, and every night to follow. Barely nine months later, our baby girl Valentine entered the world, making our family complete.
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THE END!
Stealing the Thief
BY ALEXA RILEY
Sadie loves her dad, and all she wants is for him to be happy, but her mother is making the divorce a nightmare. When Sadie finds out there's a detective snooping around, she decides to break into the detective's office and find out the real dirt. Turns out not only is she a terrible thief but she might have gotten herself kidnapped in the process.
Ari's brothers have taken off and left him to run things on his own. When a late night alarm goes off and he finds a little thief hiding under his desk, he never imagines what he's capable of. Stealing Sadie wasn't on his to-do list, but one look at her and he's never letting go.