Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Even though I’m getting agitated and want to know more than ever.
He leads me over to a couch, and we take a seat.
“Come closer,” he whispers in a voice I’ve never heard from him before.
I’m in trouble here.
TWELVE
ROMAN
I don’t mean for my voice to come out in a husky growl, but I can’t help it. Since I picked Greer up tonight, I haven’t been able to think straight. She’s gorgeous. Hell, she’s always been gorgeous, but now that I’m pretending she’s mine…it’s so much more.
I’ve been staying with her for a bit for the rouse, but had to run home to grab a few things. Plus, I wanted the excitement of picking her up. Like a real date.
Greer scoots her sexy body closer to me, and I let another growl escape my lips. What is wrong with me?
I told her she could trust me. And here I am, acting like a pervert.
I need to school my expression and not let myself get too worked up like I’m some horny teenager.
It’s hard when they’re playing this sexy-as-fuck music, and others are already making out.
Greer asked me how many times I’ve partied here, and I don’t want to tell her the truth. Because yes, I’ve been to a few of these rooms. I’m not innocent.
I wish I was.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Greer, but once I realized nothing between us could ever happen, well, there was a period in my life where I let myself get lost.
Not anymore. I don’t want to be anywhere in the world but here with Greer. Helping her win this case. Watching out for her to make sure she’s safe. Pretending to be her man so the press will back the fuck off her. Spending time with her. I’ll take her anyway I can get her.
I think about Greer as a wife, taking care of a few kids.
Fuck.
I need to stop thinking about these impossible scenarios with her.
It has to end.
But not tonight.
I tug Greer closer to me and sweep her hair off her neck. I breathe her in, and I can’t get enough of her intoxicating scent.
She smells like coconuts and sin.
I lower my lips to the side of her neck, and a shiver runs through her.
“Not there,” she says, sitting up straighter, brushing me off.
I lift my head and stare at her. “What was that?”
“I have this spot on my neck that drives me wild.”
Noted.
And now my dick is a rock.
All I can think about is getting my hands, mouth, and tongue all over that spot.
I get close to her skin, and whisper across the spot I touched earlier, “Got it,” I whisper, and she shivers.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you like this.”
“Like what?” I ask her, my head in a fog.
“Like this. I always thought you viewed me as the annoying little sister you never had.”
I recline in my seat, allowing myself to sink back as I fix my gaze on hers. She’s alluring. “Greer, trust me, I don’t think of you like that.”
A delicate blush gently colors her cheeks, like the soft, rosy hues of a sunrise, and I want to kiss her there. Kiss her everywhere. I need to rein it in.
“Good. Because I’m not a child anymore. As you know, I finally got my boobs.” She laughs lightly.
My chest pinches at her throwback to the conversation we had so long ago. The night I told her she had me. God, how she has me. But I can never have her.
Because that’s not in the cards for us.
I don’t think it ever will be.
My heart rate kicks up, its rapid beats echoing in my ears like the pounding of distant drums, while I struggle to draw in a deep, steadying breath. The dizziness returns. Fuck.
“So, what should we do?” she asks, changing the subject, but I can barely hear her.
I need a distraction from the anxiety suffocating my system right now. Fuck, I’m being selfish, but a large part of me wants to explore this with her. I want to see what she’d look like if she were fully mine.
I’m an asshole for thinking this way, but I can’t help it. I can’t breathe, and these thoughts are the only thing making me feel better.
I suck in a deep breath, pushing the anxiety away. “Do you trust me?”
She nods, biting her lower lip, bringing my cock to life. “Yeah,” she whispers.
“I’m going to get you off, Greer.” Yes, I’m definitely going to hell for this.
“What do you mean?” she asks, but I don’t give her an answer.
Instead, I show her by bringing my hand to her leg and trailing my fingers closer to the edge of her dress.
“Roman,” she breathes out, but she doesn’t stop me.
I position myself to where I’m leaning over her, my arm between her legs.