Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Tatum’s still talking, excitement bubbling out of her with every word she speaks. “You would have the entire wing all to yourself. My dad’s always busy with work, so I doubt he would care, and living there would mean you could take your time finding an apartment. You could save all the money you need so you wouldn’t have to settle on a place. There’s also the option of staying permanently. The house is enormous enough for all of us. We could keep to the one wing and be roommates.”
On the one hand, it seems like the perfect solution. I’ll have somewhere to live, free of charge, while I get my feet planted at work and search for a new home. On the other hand, even with the alcohol in my veins, I can’t be convinced it’s a good idea. Living with Callum without Tatum there sounds like a terrible idea. A temptation. Before, it was merely a crush. I had Lucas, and I was content. But now I have no one. And my attraction to Tatum’s father is the last thing I need to be acting on.
I chew on my bottom lip nervously and consider the option in front of me. There are a million reasons I shouldn’t do this, but the biggest one is pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Did he see me? Did he know I was watching him?
I try to tell myself he didn’t actually see me watching him on the patio with that woman. That it was all fantasy. That he does not know what I saw, so in his eyes, I’m still his daughter’s best friend. A kid. Nothing more. But what if he did see me? Wouldn’t he have confronted me about it by now?
That’s not my only problem. The other is living so close to the man I’ve crushed on for years. It might be sort of exciting. The possibility of crossing paths would add a little thrill to my day. I mean, outside of that, there isn’t much left for me, and I don’t want to spend all my time over-analyzing my breakup with Lucas.
“It’s better than moving back in with my father,” I admit by way of agreement. I love my dad, and he’s done the best he could, but he’s been different since my mother’s death. And not in a grief-changing-you kind of way. He’s angry, hate-filled. They never discovered who killed her, and I know that haunts him to this day.
As a police officer, he has an uncanny need to solve every crime, so I can’t imagine the craziness he feels. I’m at peace with that part of things. I’m sad my mother isn’t here. I wish she could see me now, see how far I’ve come and what I’ve accomplished. I think she’d be proud. I realized a long time ago I can’t do anything to bring her back. That the only thing I have is the future. My father is still stuck, refusing to move forward.
Yeah, staying with Tatum is becoming more appealing by the second.
“We would have to make sure your dad’s okay with it.”
“Please.” She snorts on her way to the bathroom, satisfied with the belief that she’s solved the problem. “I doubt he’ll even know you’re there.”
My throat tightens, and I’m reminded of the intense look in his eyes as he came. The lust and feral need. This is a bad idea. A very bad idea.
Because that’s the thing.
I want him to know I’m there.
I want him to experience the same frenzied need I do. I want him to see me as more than Bianca, his daughter’s best friend.
CALLUM
“That’s right, baby. Spread your legs wide. Let me see how wet you are. Show me what’s mine.”
Fuck me. A soft growl rumbles in my throat as the fantasy plays out in my mind. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing. At the moment, I’m seated at my desk, preparing for a meeting that will take place in thirty minutes. Not that I care, even if the subject has to do with the status of a half-dozen new cargo planes recently purchased to prepare for expanding my shipping network.
This plan has been in the works for months and has required countless hours of research, vetting, and inspection. We’re close to finalizing the deal with the current owner of the small air fleet, and somehow, all I can do is sit here and do everything in my willpower to resist the ache in my cock.
She’s sitting in front of me, her thighs spread wide to reveal the pink, shining slice of heaven between them. Fuck, business is the furthest thing from my mind, my tongue craving each drop of sweet nectar that will inevitably leak from her perfect pussy by the time I’m done with her.