Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Gently, I pulled my fingers out, shifting the lace back in place over her gorgeous glistening pussy, and stood back up. I kissed her again and relished the little whimper that escaped her lips as our flavors collided.
I pulled back, grinning as I glanced at my watch. “I still have thirty seconds left,” I said, more than proud of myself.
She fisted my shirt. “Then let’s keep going,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.
My eyes widened. “You want more?”
“Please,” she said.
I saw it play out in my head, all the wonderful things I could do to her body, all the places I could explore to make her come again and again.
But…
“Aspen,” I said before her lips met mine in a more than tempting kiss. Fuck me, I didn’t want to stop. “We can’t,” I said.
She immediately backed up, confusion flickering in her eyes.
“I want to,” I hurried to say. “Trust me.”
“Then why—”
“You’ve been drinking,” I said. “And there is a huge difference between making you come and fucking you so hard I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
Her lips parted in shock, her features telling me everything about how much she loved that idea without her having to say a word.
I kissed her again, a deep, hungry kiss so she wouldn’t take what I was about to do next as an insult.
“Get your gorgeous ass in this bed,” I said, hefting her up slightly so I could situate her under the covers. “And relax. Sleep.”
She leaned back against the pillows, looking only half convinced. “What about you?” she asked. “Where are you going?”
I shifted off the bed, standing as I looked down, admiring her. “I’m going to take a very long, very cold shower.”
She bit her lip, trying to stop her smile, and that look alone had me groaning.
I reluctantly made my way into the bathroom connected to our room, stopping to look over my shoulder at her. “Oh, and Aspen?”
“Yeah?” she asked, sitting up to look at me.
“I win,” I said, winking at her before I walked into the bathroom.
I heard her mumble cocky prick before I shut the door behind me, and the laughter in her tone made me realize that I’d never enjoyed being called a prick quite as much as I did when it came from her lips.
CHAPTER 9
Aspen
Crossland: Can you be ready to leave in an hour?
Crossland: I have a business opportunity in India, but there are a few black-tie events that would be great if you were on my arm.
Crossland: Do you have plans?
Icringed as I read the texts, glancing at my phone for the first time in the last three hours.
It had been an intense morning, with no break in the rushes. Mondays were normally busy, especially in the morning, but today had been a real cluster.
Usually, I loved rushes. I thrived off the chaotic energy that came with a constant stream of customers. I could lose myself in my work, satisfied with hours that passed quickly, knowing that was just more money in the bank.
But guilt twisted my insides as I noticed that Crossland had texted just after my shift started four hours ago.
Me: Sorry, I'm at work.
It was the only answer I could quickly type out before chugging an iced coffee and hurrying back to my position.
India. He wanted me to go to India? With only an hour's notice? With all our other adventures or outings he’d given me ample warning. At the very least enough time to schedule the copious amounts of non-paid leave I had stored up. But even I knew I couldn't keep taking it advantage of my boss’s good nature forever. I definitely couldn’t bail with just an hour's notice, especially when I'd been slinging extra shifts in my off time in order to make up for the time I'd missed.
I quickly dismissed all thoughts of being whisked away to a country I'd never dreamed I'd get to visit. I never even allowed myself to think about vacations that grand. I was lucky when I got to go to Manhattan.
A steady stream of pre-lunch customers came in, and I lost myself among the sounds of grinding espresso beans, steaming milk, and the clinking of the blenders. It was sort of like meditation for me at this point, and I counted myself lucky to find so much peace in the motions of my work.
I'd barely had time to even think about how or what to say to Crossland by the time the lunch rush had ended, and I was in that delightful afternoon lull where I had time to clean and restock my fridges and supplies.
“Can I get a flat white?” Crossland's voice was easily recognizable, and I snapped my head up from where I was kneeling behind the counter restocking my cup sleeves, only to find him grinning down at me.