Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
"Are you in love with her?" Asher asks again.
I frown. "I already answered that."
"Are you sure about your answer, though? Because I know you, and you don't just sleep with any woman."
"You mean unlike you?" I poke at him.
"Then there's the way you were looking at her yesterday," he adds.
That again.
I sigh. Was I really staring at her that much?
"How was I looking at her?" I ask him out of curiosity.
"Like you wanted to fuck her," Asher answers.
Well, I did want to.
"That doesn't mean I'm in love with her, does it?" I ask Asher.
"But you're going to keep sleeping with her?"
I look at him. "I think that's more than just one question."
Can he shut up now?
"Oh, come on. Why don't you just admit it? I'm sure Dad will be thrilled."
So persistent. Isn't there something I can do to make Asher stop nagging me? Oh, I know.
"How about you?" I ask him. "Why don't you just admit that you don't have a chance with Violet Cleary because she's too good for you?"
Asher falls silent. Finally. But I didn't expect him to stand up.
"You know what? I'm done with breakfast. I'll see you guys later."
With that, he walks off.
What do you know? I didn't just get him to shut up. I got him to leave. I can't help but feel a tad remorseful, though. I didn't mean to make him upset. Who knew my words would get such a serious reaction from him?
"I guess he really has it bad for her," Ryker remarks before turning to me. "What about you?"
I suppress a sigh. Not him, too.
He shakes his head. "Forget it. You're right. It's none of my business. Just promise me you'll be careful."
"I will," I promise him.
No one else is going to find out what's going on between Stella and me because when we get back to Chicago, there isn't going to be anything going on. This is just consensual sex between a man and a woman who are both feeling a little lonely at the moment and are in need of a bit of adventure in a foreign land. Nothing more.
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"More!" Stella screams as she grips my shoulders and moves her hips against the fingers I have inside her. "Harder! Deeper!"
I grin as I look at her flushed face, at the tears clinging to her long lashes, at the swollen, parted lips that her strained voice is spilling out from.
To think that when we first started, she was trying so hard to be quiet. She was embarrassed and trying to hide it. She was a virgin, yearning for pleasure but not knowing how to ask for it. Ashamed to ask for it. Afraid she didn't deserve it. Afraid she'd disappoint me, even though I never saw that as a possibility.
That feels like ages ago. Yesterday, as soon as I kissed her, she gave in. Earlier, all I had to do was brush my fingers against her thigh, whisper something in her ear, and she practically threw herself at me. She planted her mouth on top of mine and pushed her tongue inside my mouth, even though she had never kissed any man before me. She unbuttoned my shirt and took off her own blouse and skirt. When I slipped my hand beneath her panties and started to tease her nub, she grabbed my wrist and shoved my fingers inside her.
Now, she's lying on her back, demanding more. The sight of it makes my cock swell even more inside my boxers. Molten desire simmers in my veins. At the same time, I feel a swell of pride in my chest.
I'm the only man Stella has been with. I'm the only one who's seen her like this. I'm the one who made her like this.
I reach inside her as deeply as I can, drowning my fingers in the passage melting from her heat. I press my fingertips against her softness. She gives a loud gasp. I thrust my fingers faster and she starts to tremble. Her nails dig into my skin. The passage contracts.
Stella grips my wrist and holds it in place as she squeezes my fingers. The sensation goes all the way to my cock, which throbs and strains against its cotton prison. She's the one in the throes of orgasm, and yet I can feel the ripples of her excitement travel across my skin. I nearly come myself.
When her body starts to slacken, I will my muscles to relax as I tell myself to calm down. I exhale as she catches her breath.
As I pull my drenched fingers out of her, the urge to fill her with my stiff cock hits. But no. Not yet. The last two times, I've been impatient. Today, I'm taking my time.
Stella wipes the sweat from her forehead. She's still panting, but she looks ready for more.