Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“There’s never any guarantees in love, Milo. But it’s always worth the risks.”
I glanced back at the hotel, thinking of Roe up there in my bed.
“Yeah,” I agreed, feeling the rightness down to my bones.
“What’s her name?”
“Roe. Well, it’s Monroe. But she likes being called Roe.”
“Well, I’ll let you get back to her. I really hope she will be beside you the next time you come for dinner.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hung up, feeling a little calmer about my morning revelation after talking to my mom. Who’d have thought that?
But she was right.
This was worth the risk.
Even if she didn’t want me the way I wanted her.
I got us bagels, hash browns, coffee, and some orange juice before heading back to the hotel.
I dropped off the food on the coffee table and brought the coffee into the bedroom just as Roe sat up. The blankets fell, pooling around her waist.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the sight of her.
The sunlight streamed through the windows, kissing her skin and highlighting each perfect fucking inch of her.
“Morning,” she said, all soft from sleep. “Is that coffee?”
“It is.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had coffee brought to me in bed.”
“That’s a fucking crime, baby.” I sat down next to her and handed her one of the cups. “I didn’t know what to get you, but I figured you can’t go wrong with caramel and half-and-half.”
“That sounds perfect.”
She didn’t reach to cover herself, and, fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest part—that she was comfortable with me already.
“Any word?” she asked after taking a long sip.
More proof that she was something special—being so worried about a man she’d met once.
“No. But Remo is working on getting the security footage from the hotel, though. He’s gonna be here in… about an hour and a half to review it.”
“Hour and a half, huh?” she asked, putting her cup down, then taking mine too.
Then she shifted up and climbed onto my lap.
My hands roamed down her back, sinking into her ass, dragging her against my cock as it stiffened between us.
Her head lowered, kissing down my neck.
Her hands tugged at my shirt until I reached down to pull it off.
She was sliding down, off, going down on her knees between my legs.
Her hungry gaze was on me as her hands slid up my thighs, across my waistband.
She undid my pants and then reached inside to pull my cock out.
Then I was in her mouth, and she was sucking me fast and deep.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, gathering her hair and fisting it at the back of her neck so I could watch.
But I wanted more.
I wanted her.
I pulled on her hair, loving the way her eyes went small and her lips parted at the sting across her scalp.
“Get up here and ride me,” I demanded, reaching into the nightstand for a foil and sliding the condom on as she moved to stand, then straddled me again.
Her hand moved between us, guiding me.
Then she was sinking down.
Her walls tightened around me, inviting me in.
My groan was drowned out by her cry as I filled her.
Her blue eyes went heavy-lidded as she dropped down fully.
She went slow at first, getting used to the stretch.
But it wasn’t long before the need took over.
I moved flat, wanting to enjoy the view as she rode me harder and faster, her head falling back.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Milo,” she whimpered as she tightened around me.
My hands went to her hips, guiding her movements as she trembled, getting close to that brink.
“That’s it,” I said as her breath caught, “come for me.”
Then she did, crying out, trembling.
She fell forward, burying her face in my neck, spent.
But I wasn’t done with her, not yet.
I held her hips as I started to thrust up into her.
Her lips were against my neck, the pressure muffling her cries as I had one orgasm driving toward another.
Her whole body shuddered as she came.
“One more,” I demanded as she panted in my ear.
“I can’t.”
“You will,” I said, rolling over.
I dropped her onto her belly, knelt behind her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back toward me.
I thrust hard and deep, her ragged cry music to my fucking ears.
Roe’s fingers fisted the sheets and her ass rocked back into me as I fucked her, chasing each thrust, demanding harder, faster.
I gave her exactly what she wanted.
“Milo…”
“That’s it,” I said. “Come.”
She did, crying out my name.
I thrust deep and came with her pussy still spasming around my cock.
We both collapsed afterward, bodies spent.
But as soon as she found a little strength in her limbs again, she crawled over me, resting her head on my chest, her fingers tracing over my chest lazily.
“Do I still have time for a shower?” she asked.
I glanced over toward the clock.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now… if I could only move.”
A chuckle escaped me as I gave her ass a playful pat. “Tell you what—you jump in the shower, and I’ll warm up the coffee and hash browns.”