Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I had no intention of bringing her back here for what turned out to be some of the best sex of my life. But I was intrigued by her and wanted to peel back her layers and see what lay beneath.
There’s no denying she’s sexy as fuck. Long blonde hair. Big brown eyes. Curves that don’t quit. Lips I want to ruin over and over. I was drawn to her like a fucking moth to a flame. I wanted more than just conversation. Needed more. Despite every sensibility screaming at me to stay away. But I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
I fucked my little bunny until she was a writhing mess on the bed, again in the shower against the tiled walls, and once more on the bed. Now, I’m spent. But despite my exhaustion, as usual, sleep eludes me. I stare up at the midnight sky pressing against the skylight in the roof. When was the last time I slept through the night or got more than four hours of sleep in one hit? Not since I became pakhan and began carrying the heavy weight of the Zarkov legacy on my shoulders.
I turn and look at Brooke sleeping soundly beside me. Her glossy hair looks like silk sprawled across the pillowcase. Her long lashes fan her high cheekbones, and her lips, God, those lips, are slightly parted with every gentle breath she takes. I dampen down the urge to kiss her awake and my thickening cock protests with a throb.
She stirs, and one delicate hand finds its way onto my chest. The touch of her skin against mine sends a strange sensation tightening in my chest. She told me about her disastrous wedding day and her need to get out of town to process what happened. But I know there is more to the story, and I wonder just how much more of it she would be willing to share with me if I wake her up and give her another orgasm. Anything to avoid acknowledging the anxiousness of insomnia crawling up my spine.
The thought of fucking her again brings my cock roaring back to life, and I’m tempted to do just that. One last mind-blowing orgasm for the road. Because when we wake up, and I tell her who I am and what I am doing in town, well, she’ll want to run as far away from me as possible, no question.
She stirs again and this time nestles closer to me, draping her arm over my torso and resting her cheek on my shoulder.
I decide to let her sleep and close my eyes. I listen to her soft breathing and find an unfamiliar comfort in her breath against my skin. It’s like a sweet, soothing lullaby.
I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep with someone lying next to me.
Again she stirs, and her warm body brushes against mine, and a wave of contentment washes over me, and I have to concede I’ve never felt so comfortable in my entire life.
A warm darkness crawls over me, and my body sinks deeper into the mattress.
And slowly my eyes close, and I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
11
BROOKE
My eyes flick open, and for a moment, I don’t know where I am. But as the murkiness of sleep fades, the events of last night and early this morning come flooding back to me.
Sex and a lot of it.
I turn my head to look at the stranger sleeping next to me. He’s out cold, his glorious naked body relaxed and deeply tanned amid the white sheets. He’s on his back, and all of him is on display. The six-pack. The inked chest. The thick cock that gave me one mind-blowing orgasm after another. It’s resting on his muscular thigh, and its size is as impressive to the eye as it was inside me.
I look at the clock on the nightstand. 4:32 a.m.
I’m sore from all the things we did last night, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering if I should wake him up by taking his cock in my mouth and making him moan those deep, rumbling moans he makes when he’s about to come.
But I decide against it. Everything about him screams he’s no good for me. And if the events of the last week have taught me one thing, it’s to trust my instincts.
I wanted one night to forget, and I got it. Now it’s time to face the cold reality of a new day and my new life.
Careful not to make a noise, I slide out of the bed, gather my clothes that I’d retrieved from the rooftop a few hours ago, and disappear into the giant marble bathroom to dress.
When I walk back into the bedroom, he hasn’t moved. He’s out like a light. Yet something tells me if I were to make the slightest noise, he would bolt upright and be instantly alert. I don’t think too many people would ever be able to get the jump on this guy. He seems too aware of his surroundings, unwaveringly observant of everything going on around him.