Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Yes!” she shouted, burying her face in the mattress as she tried to buck her hips and take what she wanted. It was the fucking hottest thing I’d ever seen. “Yes . . . yes . . . yes.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With her body still in the throes of climax, I gave in to the instinct to move hard and fast, gripping her hips once more and driving into her with deep, powerful strokes that made her cry out into the bedding. The orgasm tore through my body, making every single muscle clench and shudder with release.
Afterward, I braced myself on two hands beside her, lowering my forehead to her back.
“This is where I beg for mercy,” she whispered.
I felt exactly the same.
While Blair slept, I lay on my back, hands behind my head, listening to her breathe, her scent still filling my head. I tried to imagine getting up and leaving right now, which is what I’d normally do at this point in the night, and I couldn’t. I tried to imagine letting her get up and leave, and I couldn’t. I wanted to be right next to her, even if all we did was sleep.
It was really fucking weird.
For me, sex was always about the release, about letting off steam. It was about working off my frustration with life in a physical way, and it had a definite finish line. It involved someone else’s pleasure, but it was never about the other person. The sex and the person were separate—even I felt removed from it.
But this thing with Blair was different.
It was impossible to think about what we’d done and separate it from her, or how I felt about her. It was about physical release, yes, but it was also about wanting to be with her. Share something with her. Give something to her.
And rather than craving distance when it was over, each encounter left me craving more.
I hadn’t been with the same woman two nights in a row since Kayla and I had split.
Another rule broken.
And I wasn’t about to suggest she start spending the night anywhere else. But I also knew that this was all I could offer. A temporary break from my rules while she was here. A little relief from the loneliness. A good time.
But it wasn’t like I was using Blair—I genuinely liked her. She was adorable and funny and smart. She was creative and organized, and completely determined to amp up my business. She really cared. She could talk to anybody, and she lured customers into the shop like a siren lured a sailor. She was irresistible—not just to me, to everyone.
And maybe for her, I was part of the rebellious streak she was on. Part of the break from her old life—from guys who wore fancy watches and designer suits, guys who had money in the bank, but didn’t have a clue how to please a woman. Maybe this thing with me was what she needed to feel different about herself.
Or maybe for her it was like fucking the help . . . who knew?
Besides, it didn’t really matter. In a few weeks, she’d be gone, and things would go back to normal. And as long as she and I were on the same page about what this was, what was the harm in enjoying one another in the meantime?
She rolled over to face me, tossing an arm and a leg over my body. If it had been any other woman, any other night, I’d have felt uncomfortable and desperate to leave. But because it was Blair, I gathered her in closer, glad when she lifted her head onto my chest.
It felt right—for now.
Twelve
Blair
I woke up with the sun the next morning. Griffin was still asleep, so I moved as quietly as possible. I managed to slide out of bed, tiptoe to the bathroom and dress without waking him, but before I left the bedroom I couldn’t resist studying him for a moment as he slept.
He lay on his back, one arm thrown up above his head, the other on his stomach. The blanket was at his waist, revealing his tattooed chest, which never failed to cause a stir inside me. I let my eyes travel the length of him, feeling a secret thrill as I recalled everything from last night.
Leaning over him, I pressed a light kiss to his jaw. As I straightened up to go, he grabbed my arm. “Trying to escape, princess?”
I giggled. “Never. I just want to get the scones and shortbread going.”
“Oh, right. It’s a work day.”
“Yes. But don’t forget our plans tonight.”
His brow furrowed. “What plans?”
“You’re going to take me for a ride in the old truck, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I remember now.”
I smiled at him. “Good. Okay, you have to let go of my arm now, because I have to go bake.”