Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Why?”
He meets my gaze, his jade eyes blazing. “Because I can’t risk letting you fall in love with some other motherfucker. I can’t let someone else get you pregnant. It’d fucking destroy me.”
I stare at him, my mind wiped completely clean of thought, of speech, of anything resembling coherence. I’m rendered utterly, entirely useless in the face of his confession.
All this time, I thought I wasn't his type, that he would never go for a girl like me…and he's been obsessed with me the entire time. My boss—the man I’m in love with—has been stalking me for weeks.
And all I can do is stare at him in shock.
I should be fleeing in terror. That’s the logical response, right? To run? To call the police? To pepper spray his crazy ass? And yet, I don’t do any of those things. I just stare, completely in awe.
Chapter Four
Lachlan
“Say something,” I whisper, praying to any god that’ll listen that she doesn’t start screaming for the cops. I can’t blame her if she does. Christ, I just confessed that I’ve been stalking her for weeks. But she thinks I want her out of some misguided sense of obligation. I’d rather sit my miserable ass in jail than let her think that’s what this is.
I want her because my goddamn life doesn’t make sense without her. I want her because I’m fucking wild about her. I want her because I can't stand the thought of not belonging to her. She needs to know that much.
If she decides I’m a goddamn creep, so be it. But she deserves to know she’s worthy of devotion. She deserves to feel like the center of my world. It fucking kills me that she could think, for even a second, that she doesn’t deserve that every goddamn day. It kills me even more to know that I've fucked up so badly that she thinks I could want anyone other than her. Other women don't exist to me. Even before I met her, I hadn't dated in years. I tried it and fucking hated it.
But then she waltzed into my office and I realized that no one else ever fit because they weren't her. She's too fucking young for me—nearly fifteen years younger. She's far too good for me. But she's all I see, all I think about, all I want. That means something. She has to see it too.
“I don’t know what to say,” she finally whispers back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
It’s a good question. An excellent question, actually.
“Because I’m an asshole,” I mutter.
She processes this, turning it over in her mind. Caitlin is far too fucking smart for her own good—or for mine. I know the second she realizes what I’m not saying. Understanding flares in her eyes like the sun. She nearly drops the phone.
“You weren’t just watching me, were you?”
I hesitate for a long moment, not sure how to answer that. I’ve told her this much, and she’s still sitting here. But the rest of it…well, that might send her running. I can’t lie to her, though. I fucking won’t.
“Don’t ask if you don’t want the truth, pretty baby,” I growl. “I won’t lie to you.”
“Tell me, Lachlan,” she whispers.
“You want to know how many times I got myself off while I watched you?” I ask, my knuckles white around the steering wheel. “You want to know how many times I thought about fucking you while I did it? What is it you want to know, baby?”
“I…” she trails off, licking her lips.
“Tell me, pretty baby. I have no secrets from you.”
“I want you to show me.”
My fucking cock throbs, cum spilling into my boxers.
“Fuck,” I groan, bucking my hips.
Her green eyes meet mine. “Show me what you did, Lachlan.”
“You want to watch me?”
“You watched me.” Her cheeks flush, her eyes dilating. “For weeks, you t-touched yourself while you watched me. You looked at me and got yourself off. I want to see.”
If she wants to watch me, who the fuck am I to tell her no? I’m lucky she’s even still sitting beside me after what I just confessed. If watching me keeps her here, I'll let her watch.
Christ, I'll give her anything to keep her here.
I release my grip on the steering wheel, fumbling with my zipper with shaking hands. My cock is rock hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans. I pull it out, my fist wrapped around the thick shaft.
Her soft gasp has precum spilling from the tip.
"Is this what you want to see, pretty baby?" I rasp, slowly stroking myself from root to tip. "You want to watch me touch my cock while I tell you all the things I imagined doing to you?"
She nods, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of my hand gliding up and down my shaft.