Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“How long has this been going on?”
“Little over a month.”
“Then this relationship is moving fast.”
Since nothing was happening with the prime minister, I looked at her. “We started at a high speed—and it’s remained that way ever since.”
“Bartholomew, you’re going to have to change your perspective on kids if you want this to go anywhere.”
“I don’t want it to go anywhere. Neither does she.”
“So…it’s just a fling?”
Not how I would describe it. “I guess you can say that.”
“Do you do those a lot?”
“Not really. Laura is one of the few.”
“Laura…pretty name.”
The conversation finally died, and we sat in silence. The men with the prime minister finally moved on. My opportunity would arrive shortly.
“I just don’t understand how you can call her your woman but say you don’t want anything more.” Of course, the conversation wasn’t over for Camille. She had to poke and prod.
“I want all the benefits of an intense relationship without all the bullshit. That’s how.”
“You aren’t afraid you’re going to get hurt?”
“No.” Not in the slightest. Couldn’t remember the last time anything hurt me.
“Well, aren’t you worried about her getting hurt?”
“No. Like I said, she’s a grown-ass woman. She can take care of herself.”
Camille stared, her eyes shifting back and forth between mine.
“Are we done with this conversation?”
She gave a nod. “Yeah.”
When I entered my home, my butler immediately looked at my hands.
They were covered in blood.
But like the good servant he was, he didn’t say a word.
I headed straight to the bathroom and scrubbed all the blood from my hands and underneath my fingernails. The white basin turned pink with the stains. I had to keep scrubbing, keep applying soap, until my hands were finally what they used to be. I wiped them clean then looked at my knuckles.
Still bloody.
I entered the hallway. “Gauze.”
“I have everything ready for you, sir.” My butler stood at the kitchen island with the first aid kit spread out. The alcohol and swabs were there, along with the stitch kit and everything else.
I poured the alcohol over my hands right on the counter.
He didn’t give a reaction whatsoever.
I patted them dry then wrapped them both in gauze.
“Ice, sir?”
“No.” I left everything on the counter and headed to my bedroom on the next floor. As I went up the stairs, I looked out the window and saw that it was almost dawn. Sunlight penetrated the very edge of the horizon as a hazy pink.
I dropped my clothes then looked at my knuckles.
They’d already bled through.
Whatever.
I closed all the curtains and plunged my bedroom into utter darkness before I got into bed. Just when I lay down, my phone lit up on my nightstand.
I reached for it and felt the blue light hit my face.
I want to see you.
She didn’t beat around the bush or fish for my attention. Felt no resentment because I hadn’t texted her in nearly a week. She felt no expectation toward me whatsoever. That was the difference between a girl and a woman. I’ll come over tonight.
That’s a long time from now…
I’ve had a long night, sweetheart.
What if I come to you?
That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. My butler will escort you to my room.
See you soon.
I texted my butler then fell asleep right away.
I woke up again when I heard the door open and close. Footsteps approached the bed. Clothes hit the rug. Then a beautiful woman tugged the blankets off and climbed up my body. Her lips kissed my chest and my stomach, making their way down until they sealed around my hard length and gave me a wet kiss.
It was so dark I could barely see anything, but I knew that mouth like my own hand. She sucked my dick, ran her tongue over my balls, made me harder than I’d ever been in my life, and then sat on top of me and sank.
Fuck…this pussy.
My hands squeezed her tits as she ground her hips, handling my big dick the way only a real woman could. My hands went to her ass next, wanting to touch all of her at once. The pain in my knuckles was forgotten, even though I made them bleed more every time I gripped her. The need to fuck her like a savage overcame me, and I rolled her to her back and moved over her before I pounded her into the sheets, her head right against the headboard. She was folded underneath me like a pretzel, my hand hooked into her hair like bait on a hook.
I fucked her so hard she screamed when she came. Her nails sliced into my arms and my back. It was too dark to see her tears, but I could hear them in the break of her voice. My hips between her soft thighs, I came with a victorious moan, feeling like a king every time I fucked this sexy-as-hell woman.