Free More Muffia (The Muffia Book 2) by Ann Royal Nicholas Page A

now? Yes, yes, thank you, thank you? They’d abandoned me.
    “Three weeks,” she said, just in case I’d suddenly forgotten how to read. “That’s how long you have, or I’m afraid we really will have to let you go .”
    I realize euphemisms are supposed to grease the wheels of social discourse, but let you go in this context is flat-out insulting. At least she hadn’t let me go immediately. I had time to get proof before exposing Titania as the culprit.
    “Thanks for giving me a time to fix things.” I stood once more and headed for the door.
    “Don’t thank me . Thank your persecutor for giving you some time.”
    Of course—why hadn’t I thought about thanking the person responsible for making my life more complicated?
    “Right.” I didn’t know how Titania, or whoever it was, had gotten my pictures, but I for sure was going to find out. But why the delay? That was a mystery, too. Find the culprit; find the reason.
    As I left Jamie’s office, closing the door behind me, Sameer suddenly appeared. “I won’t ask you what happened in there,” he said to my relief. “I just want to know, did you decide to date a farmer?”
    I stared at him. He had obviously heard far too much of my conversation with Vicki and had been preoccupied by its content. That made me feel uncomfortable, but I was still glad for the distraction.
    “Thinkin’ about it,” I said, feeling my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket.
    He beamed. “Excellent choice. Sometimes I wish I was still a farmer. At the end of the day, you make something that people need.”
    He had a way of putting things in perspective.

CHAPTER 6
    His hands clasped either side of my low-rise thong printed with multi-colored peace signs, and he pulled it down, over my thighs, past my knees, and off, lingering for a few moments at my damaged ankle, caressing and kissing the pain away. He glanced up, his eyes meeting mine, whereupon he came high onto his knees before me as his lips took hold of my pussy, his tongue making the plunge.
    Yes, I’m weak. But OMG, it feels good.
    I sat perched on Gran’s sideboard/dresser thing—naked, spread-eagled, my skirt hiked up around my hips. Only instead of his cock availing itself of my throbbing pussy, he was demonstrating his oral skills. And he was so good at it—all the sucking, kissing, and licking that goes into orally getting a girl off.
    “I missed you so much,” he said, pulling back, his entire face shiny and wet with me.
    I didn’t say anything; I was trying desperately not to think about how weak I am, but instead to simply find a few minutes of escape.
    Steven kissed the soft insides of my thighs—both sides, of course; equal time. He kissed my ankles, giving greater care to the swollen one. “Poor baby,” he said, before moving toward my clit again.
    I groaned. This was no post-flight dream. This was happening, and it felt great.
    “You taste so—fucking” — he sucked on my clit—“good.”
    “I’m...so glad you…like,” I said haltingly.
    “Oh, yes,” he said between licks. “Very...much.”
    “Kiss me.” I pulled him to his feet.
    And we kissed. The taste of our flavors mingling got me almost as riled as his engorged penis impatiently throbbing against my thigh. He took my earlobe between his teeth.
    “I want you inside me,” I said, and his body responded, his cock moving toward my wet, warm center of its own volition. No five-finger assist from either of us. Like I said, I was at the perfect height on this thing, and his penis was as hard and directional as a rudder on an America’s Cup catamaran steering for home.
    He thrusted.
    “ Agghhhh ,” he growled.
    “ Oooohhhhh ,” I responded.
    His cock found its mark, high and deep inside me. It felt like it was pressing on my lungs, forcing me to take a sharp inhale.
    Thrust .
    Again I felt penetrated fully. How could I be expected to give this up when there was no one else? And I’d had such a bad day! He must care because it