Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Careful not to wake her, I slip out from under her lush body and visit the bathroom to take care of the throbbing in my balls and the insanity in my mind.
With one hand pressed against the shower tiles and the other wrapped around my cock, it doesn’t take me long to come. I try to keep my mind free from anything to do with Belle, but when the release hits me, I have to bite down on my bottom lip to stop from groaning her name.
Goddammit.
I don’t need to be entertaining thoughts of her moaning and writhing beneath me. I need to keep her at arm’s length so I don’t get distracted by her. I need to keep focused on the club and what’s happening with the synthetic phantasia.
But now that I know how warm and soft she is, and how she whimpers when she dreams—yeah, I woke up to that fresh hell in the middle of the night and it damn near killed me—forgetting how desirable she is a goddamn impossibility.
But I will fight it.
Even if it fucking kills me.
After washing up, I put on a pair of jeans and return to the bedroom to find Belle sitting up in bed, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her big blue eyes are sleepy and her face is soft and rumpled.
She yawns, but when she hears me walk into the room her back straightens and all her walls shoot up again.
“Good morning, bike gangster,” she says, resentment hanging off every word.
She tightens the sheet around her chest and makes sure I notice.
“Good morning,” I say, the words unfamiliar on my lips. It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman in my bed, I’m not quite sure what to do. I glance at the clock. “Housekeeping will be up with breakfast soon.”
Last night, before attending the party, I had arranged for someone to bring us breakfast this morning. Someone who likes to gossip.
“Good, because I’m famished,” she says, her gaze raking over my shirtless torso. “All this relationship fakery is working up my appetite. Being your fake girlfriend is exhausting.”
“A simple thank you would suffice.”
“You’re right. I suppose it was uncharacteristically considerate of you to organize breakfast for us.”
Being considerate has nothing to do with it. It’s part of the plan. The club need to see Belle with me. They need to make their assumptions. Gossip spreads like wildfire through these halls. Housekeeping. The club girls. The old ladies. They will all know about Belle being in my bed before the morning is done.
“But before they get here, we’re gonna need to get you out of those clothes,” I say, walking to the bed.
Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?”
“Housekeeping are wicked gossips. They feed the castle grapevine. People are already curious about you. Now that you’ve spent the night in my room they will want to know more. They’ll think we’ve been fucking like crazy, and we want them to. But if one of the girls comes in and you’re still wearing the clothes from last night then someone’s gonna add one plus one and come up with five.”
“So you want me to take my clothes off?”
“Out of necessity.”
She huffs out a breath and reluctantly starts to remove her T-shirt. “You know, a bit of privacy would be nice,” she says.
“Like the privacy you gave me when I walked in from the shower last night?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You couldn’t drag your eyes off me.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “That is not true.”
“It’s fine by me, little one.” I let some heat into my voice. “I like you watching.”
The sudden shift in temperature makes her uncomfortable and she struggles to swallow.
I shouldn’t like it. But I do. The way she doesn’t know where to look. How she licks her lips nervously.
Goddamn, I want to ruin those lips until they’re raw.
She clears her throat. “A gentleman would look away.”
Our eyes meet. “I’m no gentleman.”
She lifts her chin. “No, I can see that.”
For a moment we stare at each other. Then a darkness sweeps through her expression and I see the determination shining in her eyes. A determination to make this hard on me.
She sharpens her gaze on me. “Fine.”
She pulls the T-shirt over her head, her eyes coming back to me as she undoes her bra and lets it slide off, leaving her beautiful breasts naked and exposed.
Goddamn me to hell.
Her breasts are fucking perfect.
Creamy and smooth. With soft pink nipples just aching to be sucked and licked.
My cock hardens despite me making myself come only minutes ago.
She lifts an eyebrow. “Okay, enough with the perving, you better get over here and make this look authentic.”
Seeing Belle’s beautiful tits was not on my bingo card today, and my lips ache to taste those delectable nipples and feel them harden to tight peaks in my mouth.