Becoming His Mistress Read online A.E. Murphy

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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
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“Let’s just focus on being happy,” he breathes against my lips. “As best we can, considering the circumstances.”

“Okay. I’ll consider it. But I need time to think.”

“Was what they offered you in Seattle that good?”

I nod sadly. “The money, the apartment, the fact I already have friends over there.”

“You mean Robert?”

I nod again, trying to stifle my smile as I walk into the bathroom in nothing but my bra and panties. When I turn, I’m disappointed to see him still fully clothed. “You’re not getting in with me?”

“I’m going to order food, give you space to clear your head, then we’ll discuss Robert.”

I kind of like him jealous. He’s not like Pax, he’s just a bit broody and aggravated but not with me. He still smiles at me and doesn’t give me that bad jealous vibe.

“We can wait to eat.” I bend and turn off the faucet. “Join me.”

I yank at his T-shirt as my lips move against his. My fingers work at the buttons until they can push it down his arms without obstruction.

He groans when I rub his chest and shoulders and I feel the tension in his muscles. He’s stressed out to the max.

“I think you need this bath more than me,” I comment, waiting while he unclips my bra.

When I’m nude, I sink into the hot, soapy water and wait for him to do the same. He rests back against my chest and I rub his neck, his head, his shoulders, his arms. He moans and groans and eventually I see his second brain poke its head out of the water.

Laughing, I wrap my leg around his waist and try to push it down with my foot.

He turns suddenly, sending water crashing over the bath and onto the tiles. His damp lips from the steam of the hot water touch mine and I almost slip under when he hooks a hand around my back and lifts me to give him easier access to my sex.

I gasp when he thrusts inside. My hands grip whatever is available to keep me out of the water. He pulls out just as suddenly so I can turn over and I rest my arms on the sloped back of the bath as he powers into me from behind. Every thrust sends more water out of the bath. He becomes feral, losing control in a way he never has before, driving into me like an animal and not like a man.

I gasp and moan, shifting to get the best angle. He lets me play with myself this time, normally he doesn’t but I think he’s so desperate to take his mind off everything that he doesn’t care how I come, so long as I do.

His fingers dig into my hips, his cock hits the back of my sex, his thighs slap against my ass and there’s only half a bath full of water left.

The feeling builds and burns, I keep playing with myself as he keeps driving into me and I spiral, biting my arm to stop me from being too loud but then he doesn’t care. He roars his release, saying my name and holding my hips to his as he swells and pulses inside of me.

“Seven hundred and nineteen.”

“Is that it?” he asks, smiling and panting. “Give me three hundred and we’ll go again.”

Laughing, I roll back over, and we resume the position we were in before, except now there’s no water left.

“So… you and Robert,” he grumbles, “you hit it off?”

“Yep. He’s so much fun.”

“Mm-hmm, I bet he is.”

I laugh and twist his nipple. “Quiet.”

He yelps and falls silent for a while, but I just know he’s still thinking. “How much fun?”

“A lot.”

He falls silent again and we finish bathing, washing quickly before he climbs out of it and holds a fluffy white towel open for me, after promising me they’re brand new and have been washed. I snuggle his damp body and hum as he keeps me warm with both fabric and arms.

Then with a gentle kiss on my forehead, he exits, leaving me to dry myself. He chooses me an outfit to wear to the restaurant which is on the highest floor, and I quickly don the jeans and shirt, wondering how he gained access to my apartment to collect my things to begin with.

He most likely paid somebody.

Money makes the world turn, that’s for sure.

It’s as I’m pulling on my sneakers and tying them that he finally asks, “What exactly is, a lot?”

“Huh?” I’m confused by the random question. I knew he had something on his mind, I just didn’t know exactly what.

“You said Robert was a lot of fun. What exactly is a lot?”

It sinks in what he’s talking about with his guarded tone and his eyes unable to meet my face.

“Are you asking me if I slept with him?” Is it wrong that I’m offended by the question? Not so much that I want to fight about it, but enough that I’m feeling a bit annoyed. Especially since I told him I wouldn’t.


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