Egomaniac Read online Vi Keeland

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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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Her hips joined in, rocking in unison with mine. Up and down, in and out.

“Oh, God, Drew. Right there. Don’t stop.”

Miraculously, I managed to hold back long enough for her to come. I watched it transform her face—her head tilted to the side, her eyes rolled closed, her full lips parted, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

When she’d started to come down, I picked up my speed, thrusts coming harder and faster, chasing her orgasm as my own pushed to the brink. Just as I was about to explode, I realized why it had felt so different, why every nerve was suddenly awakened for the first time.

I hadn’t put on a condom. Shit. I was going to have to pull…

“Em, I didn’t—” I attempted to explain why I was about to ruin her ending, but I was running out of words as fast as I was endurance. “No condom.”

She looked me in the eyes. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. Come inside of me. Please.”

There was nothing I wanted more than that—to pour myself into her. My body ached for it with animalistic need, but as I let go, it also felt like I was giving her something I’d been holding back on a much deeper level.

For the first time since the night I met Alexa and she told me she was on the pill, I took a chance on trusting someone. Only, for some reason, it didn’t feel like a chance with Emerie. It just felt right.

Chapter 39

Emerie

I felt the bed dip as Drew got up. “Where are you going?”

“I was trying not to wake you.” He walked around to my side and kissed my forehead. “It’s early. Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

“Five-thirty.”

I leaned up on my elbows in the dark. “Why are you up so early?”

“Need to get into the office and figure out how I’m cramming the six days of work I have booked into five already, into only two days a week for a while.”

“I take it you haven’t looked at your calendar in a day or two?”

“Tried to, but the damn thing was locked and wouldn’t sync up.”

I settled back into the bed and pulled the cover up. “Your first appointment isn’t until ten. I didn’t think you were back until this morning, or I would have started today earlier. Everything is rescheduled for the next two weeks for you. They’re long days, but I was able to get all of your in-person meetings into two days each week. I converted one in-person meeting to a telephone conference, and you have that from Atlanta on Thursday next week. But everything else is all set. I also reworked my schedule the opposite way, so I’m light on the days you’re here and full the days you’re gone. That way I can help out with whatever secretarial stuff you need done to keep your day moving.”

Drew was quiet for a minute, and I started to worry maybe I’d overstepped and I shouldn’t have gone into his calendar. But I’d wanted to do what I could to help. The bedroom was dark, and I heard the rustle of his clothes—although I wasn’t sure if they were coming off or going on until he climbed back into bed. I felt his warm body press up against my side. He was still silent, so I turned to face him.

“Did I overstep?”

He stroked my cheek. “No, babe. You didn’t overstep.”

“You’re being so quiet. I thought maybe I’d upset you.”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“How much right now I feel like I’m home, and I haven’t set foot in my apartment in a week.”

That quite possibly could’ve been the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. He was also right. I’d been jittery all week and hadn’t realized until now that I’d settled the minute I looked through the peephole last night.

“I know what you mean. You make me feel calm. At peace, I guess it is.”

“Yeah?” His hand slid down my cheek, and his thumb rubbed the hollow of my neck.

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad.” He kissed the top of my nose. “You know what I’m thinking now?”

“What’s that?”

“How I should thank you for fixing my schedule. Whether I should use my mouth to eat you for breakfast or turn you over and take you from behind while I finger your ass.”

I giggled. “You’re really crass. You went from sweet to pig in ten seconds flat.”

His hand at my neck dropped to my breast where his finger grazed over it and then pinched…hard. “You like my crass mouth.”

Deciding he was right, I didn’t fight the truth. “What were my choices again?”

I heard the smile in his words. “Mouth or all fours?”

I swallowed. “Why only one? You don’t have to be at the office until ten.”

***

“You want some more coffee?” It was after six p.m., and Drew still had another client coming in and a dozen phone calls to return.


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