Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“So, do it.”
Leaning in, I start with a kiss to her cheek, my lips relishing in her creamy skin. I take a moment to inhale her scent, and even with the fragrance of lotion on her, her smell is still intoxicating. I trail kisses along her jawline and over to her pouty mouth, which is void of her red lipstick today. I brush my lips against hers, first the bottom, then the top, taking a moment to memorize how soft her lips are.
I’m prepared to end it there, but before I break the kiss, she parts her lips, welcoming me in, and I slide my tongue inside, coaxing hers, reveling in the sweet taste. A sexy little moan comes from her, and I deepen the kiss. She sighs into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, and I force myself to step back before I take her right here against the counter.
When I look down at her bee-stung lips that have formed the sexiest fucking pout, I take another step back, needing to distance myself before I do something I’m not sure I’ll regret.
“I’m sorry,” she says, misunderstanding.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I kissed you.”
“I told you to. And then I kissed you back.”
“And if I didn’t stop it, I’d be fucking you right now,” I admit.
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” she states shyly.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, closing the distance I just put between us. I cup the side of her face and use my thumb to lift her chin to look at me. “Is that what you want?” I repeat. “For me to fuck you?”
“That’s up to you,” she murmurs. “You’re in charge here, Ian, not me.”
Her words are like ice-cold water being poured down my swim trunks. Is that why she’s been flirting with me all day? Does she think that’s what’s expected of her? And is that what I want? To fuck someone who is doing it because they’re being paid to do so?
The answer is no … hell no. I want to fuck her because I’m attracted to her, because she’s the first woman in … well, forever that I’m wanting to get to know better, wanting to spend more time with. For the first time, I can see myself spending the night with a woman and not wanting to kick her out in the morning.
And I want her to want to fuck me. But with her words, I’m reminded that she isn’t here for me. Our chemistry might be off the charts. Sure, we can hold a conversation easily, and fuck if being with her doesn’t feel as natural as breathing, but at the end of the day, she’s here for the paycheck. The ring on her finger wasn’t put there out of love. It’s a possession to seal the deal, to make it look legit.
Before she arrived, I thought about this, figured if neither one of us wanted to go a year without sex and she was down, I’d throw it out there that I was down to fuck. But what I didn’t consider was that I would be so damn attracted to her that I wouldn’t look at having sex with her as a chore.
And as I stare at this woman who has me feeling so much in such a short time, I wonder why the hell I couldn’t have met her at a bar or a club and gotten to know her. Because then we’d both be here with the same goal in mind. But life doesn’t work that way, and she’s here for the money, which means if I fuck her right now, it’s as if I’m paying her to do so.
But then an idea hits me. One I can’t believe I’m even considering. What if we get to know each other and give this whole thing between us a real go? Fuck, the idea is crazy, borderline insane, but what if she’s the one? Maybe my conversation with Samuel is getting to my head and making me soft. But it’s something I need to figure out before we take things any further.
And so, instead of doing what my cock wants me to do—lift her by her ass and set her on the counter so I can fuck her seven ways to Sunday—I think with my head and heart and take a step back.
“I want you,” I tell her truthfully. “But I think we should take things slow.”
“I don’t understand,” she says, her brows furrowing together in confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I shake my head, feeling like I’m fucking this all up, which doesn’t surprise me since I’ve never been in this situation before. “It’s just that every woman in my life has always been nothing more than a one-night stand, and for the first time, I think I want something more with you.”