Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Damn, I love that bra.” Lorenzo reaches over and pinches my nipple through the see-through material of my bra. “Let’s go again. The thought of playing cards with you topless has me nearly hard.”
He deals, and after we both pick up cards and then agree to stay, we show our hands.
“Fuck yeah.” Lorenzo grins. “Take that sexy bra off.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d rigged this game.” I stand and unbutton my shorts, refusing to give him what he wants—my breasts on display.
“What can I say? Luck is on my side tonight.” He reaches out and hooks his arm around my ass, pulling me into his lap.
“Lorenzo!” I whisper-yell, not wanting to risk waking up Leo. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the show.” He peppers wet, hot kisses along my collarbone while massaging circles into my ass.
“I’m pretty sure show implies you’re watching, not touching.”
“This is one of those interactive shows,” he quips, making me laugh.
“Well, in that case, I think I should charge.” I grind against his hard length, and he groans. “If you want to touch, you’ll need to pay up.”
“Anything,” he says, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “I’ll pay any-fucking-thing.”
“Take off your shirt.”
He lifts his shirt over his head and drops it onto the floor.
And that’s all it takes for us to forget about our cards and get lost in each other.
Lorenzo lays me out on the table, the playing cards scattering all over the place. He grabs one that didn’t fall and glides the edge down my collarbone, stopping at the swells of my breasts.
“Lift.”
I do as he said, and he expertly unlatches my bra, yanking it off and chucking it to the side.
“You have the sexiest tits,” he muses, running the playing card over one.
When he gets to my erect nipple, he scrapes it across the hardened peak, causing me to squirm in pleasure.
“I have fantasies about these pretty pink nipples,” he murmurs, grazing the card over the other one.
He drags the playing card down my torso and stops at the seam of my panties. After yanking them down my legs, he parts my folds and gently glides the playing card between them.
“Hey!” I hiss. “I’d rather not get a paper cut.”
“I would never do anything to hurt you,” he says, bringing the now-glistening card to his face. He slides it between his lips and makes a show of tasting my juices. “Delicious.” He brings the card up to his nose and inhales. “Do you have any idea how good you smell? Now, every time we play cards, I’ll be wondering which one smells like your perfect cunt.”
He drops the card onto the table, spreads my pussy lips once more, and then eats me until I’m screaming his name. When I’ve come once on his tongue and another time on his fingers, he fucks me on the table, making me come once more.
And the entire time, I can’t help but think about what he said a few minutes ago … that he would pay any amount to be with me. And I wonder what being together is really costing us.
For me, it’s my heart. And when it’s all said and done, will I be able to pay the hefty price?
26
Lorenzo
“Dammit.”
I hear Vanessa curse as I step into her sewing room. Material is everywhere, and the room looks like a bomb exploded in it.
When I glance over her shoulder, I find a shaggy-looking brown thing in her hands, and I immediately know what it is.
“You know,” I say, making her jump, “we can buy Leo’s Halloween costume at the store.”
I’d imagine most of the costumes have been wiped off the shelves since today is Halloween, but I’m sure there’s something available. Besides, it’s not like he understands what Halloween is or will remember what costume he wore.
“Are you crazy?” Vanessa glares up at me. “This is his first Halloween, and he needs the perfect costume. I’m not going to be that mom. The one who buys a shitty costume that makes you itch the entire time you’re trick-or-treating,” she spits. “My mom did that shit, and I still have nightmares about it. And I will not allow that to be Leo’s experience.”
I snort out a laugh. “Okay, I get it. He needs the perfect costume.” I lean in and kiss her lips. “And for the record, you could never be like your mom.”
Her brows furrow as what she said hits her. “I didn’t mean I’m his mom,” she splutters. “I meant that person. Like the person in his life who’s responsible for ensuring he’s the best-dressed kid in the neighborhood.”
“I know what you meant,” I say with a grin, loving how much she cares about my son. “But there’s no neighborhood. It’s just us going to Peyton and Dominick’s for some good ol’ trunk-or-treating. Hell, Leo won’t even be able to eat half the shit he gets.”