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)
I fight against the overwhelming urge to let tears escape, my heart clenching with the effort. The truth is undeniable—I've harbored feelings for Roman since I was thirteen.
When he pulls up my driveway and puts the SUV in park, I finally turn to him. “I’m going to bed.” I rush out of the SUV as he shuts off the engine.
I leave the front door open and he slips through keeping quiet as he does. Roman’s been staying here now, and I’ve got the guest room all made up for him, but I wish more than anything he’d keep doing what he was doing at the club.
He stopped because he doesn’t want me, and I need to remember that.
I head into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Roman follows me. I remove the top and take a swig, setting it down once I’m done. I can’t even look at him.
"Greer," he murmurs, closing the distance between us with each measured step.
I pivot slowly, averting my gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. My silence hangs heavy in the air, a tangible barrier between us.
"Greer, I'm begging you, just look at me," he implores, his voice tinged with urgency and desperation.
I wrap my arms tightly around myself, a defensive gesture to shield the vulnerability that threatens to spill over. I chide myself internally for the irrationality of my emotions—I understand that he doesn't want me, yet I can't shake the sting of rejection that pierces through me. “I’m okay. Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Greer, I didn’t like the way other people in the club were staring at us. At you. I don’t like to share.”
I rotate gradually on my heels, each movement deliberate as I shift to meet his gaze. My heart pounds in my chest, the anticipation of our encounter tingling in the air like electricity. “What?”
“I don’t share. And I think you’re way too classy for a place like Greed.”
A soft, gentle laugh escapes me. “Greed is the classiest place I know of.”
He moves closer. “Greer, you’re better than Greed. You’re better than me. I don’t deserve to touch you, but I want to more than anything else in the world.”
I’m rendered speechless as Roman’s hands encase me.
“I’m going to finish what I started at Club Greed.”
I nod, still unable to find any words to say.
FOURTEEN
ROMAN
My mind’s misfiring on all cylinders as I kiss the hell out of my best friend. My heart’s nearly beating out of my chest, yet no anxiety ensues. I can’t believe this is happening. Her lips are so much softer than I ever could have imagined. And she’s making these little noises that make my dick incredibly thicker by the second.
I press her against my body, needing to be closer to her in every way. We break the kiss, and I gaze into her brown eyes.
“Your room, now,” I say in a rush, my mind unable to process anything.
She moves like fire, and I chase the danger. We rush into her master bedroom, and I think about all the ways I’d like to give her an orgasm. I’ve felt this need to finish what I started at the club.
Greer moves to take off her clothes, and I stop her. “Do you not want me to get undressed?”
“It’s like you’re unwrapping my gift. I want to do it.”
She drops her hands by her side, and I step behind her slowly. I move my hand up to the curve of her neck and find the zipper on her black dress.
I place a kiss against the soft skin at the base of her neck, and she shivers at the contact. “I want to remove every piece of your clothing. I want to explore every inch of you, Greer.” I don’t tell her I want to memorize every inch as well.
Her skin is sweet as honey, and I swipe my hungry mouth over her once more for another taste as I lower her zipper. I slide the dress off her shoulders and smile as it falls to the floor.
She’s all mine.
I memorize every detail exposed to me, the natural curve of her hips, the dip in her lower back, the swell of her ass. I lift her bra strap so I can kiss her shoulder. Her head falls back against my chest and a soft moan escapes her lips.
I spin her around. My eyes land on her black-lace bra and matching panties, and my heart nearly races out of my chest. “You’re so fucking stunning,” I tell her.
She blushes, and it turns me on even more.
“Get on the bed, Greer.”
She moves away from me and climbs onto her king-sized bed. I swear I hold my breath the entire time. Like a hawk fixated on its prey, I can’t take my eyes off her gorgeous body. I want to feast on all her beautiful skin.