Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Keep it, sweetheart. I feel terrible doing this to you.”
I throw it at him, but he leaves it on the floor as he packs a small duffel of his things.
“I’ll get the rest tomorrow while you’re at work.”
Then he leaves.
He fucking leaves after four years and a commitment.
And I cry.
I sob.
I have a fucking fit of racking tears.
Then I pick up the ring, take it to work the next day, insure it, and shove it in my safe deposit box.
Something for a rainy day.
Present Day
My friend Leanne told me to be grateful. That in the long run this would be the best thing, but I missed Leroy like crazy, and I still don’t understand how he could have fallen for a woman in one night and felt something more for her than he felt for me. What did she have that I didn’t? Other than the ability to take off her clothes for a living? Hell, I have that ability too, but I also have a law degree, so why would I do the former?
The ordeal taught me one thing, though. It taught me that as much as I loved Leroy, he didn’t feel the same way. He’s not a bad person. In fact, he’s an extraordinarily good person who volunteers for charities and coaches little-league football.
Which only makes it worse. If he were an asshole, it would be easier to hate him.
My only consolation is that his parents adored me. What did they think when he dumped his lawyer fiancée and brought home a stripper he’d just met?
Not my circus, not my monkeys.
Not anymore.
God, I loved him, though. After being a wallflower and ugly duckling until I reached sixteen, I never thought anyone like Leroy would look my way.
And maybe that’s all it was. Not love so much as the joy of finally not being invisible to someone so handsome and wonderful.
Only to end up invisible again…
But I wasn’t invisible to Alex last night, even though things didn’t go as planned.
And I’m not invisible to Brett in this moment.
He’s already naked, and I slide the straps of my dark-brown bikini top over my shoulders, pulling it down and baring my breasts.
Apparently there was a topless frenzy on the dance floor last night, but Alex and I had left by then. Only Alex saw my tits last night.
And now…Brett.
He sucks in a breath. “Gorgeous.”
And his dick responds. He gets hard just looking at my tits.
Nothing like a little boost to the ego, even though I know it’s purely physical for him. I need to get Leroy and Alex out of my mind and surrender to this moment. See what Brett Dawson can do for me.
Or rather, to me.
“Not taking off the bottoms?” Brett asks with a raised eyebrow.
“No. You’re not supposed to touch me there.”
He grins. “Fair enough.” He cups my cheek. “I want you to feel safe, Sienna, so if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I nod. I feel completely safe. Evangeline and the men have assured us of our safety here ad nauseam. What I really want to do now is to get down to business.
I want an orgasm.
I didn’t get one last night, and I want one now.
“Do whatever you want to me,” I say, looking him straight in his beautiful eyes. “Make me come.”
“You got it.” He kisses my lips softly, and then not so softly, taking my tongue with his.
The kiss is nice. Not as frantic as Alex and not as deep as Leroy used to kiss me.
Damn!
No Alex. No Leroy. Only Brett.
I relax into the kiss, slide my hands over his broad shoulders. Brett is wildly attractive, and I close my eyes, imagining…
Fuck. Leroy.
What’s wrong with me? I didn’t imagine Leroy last night with Alex. Damn that jerk.
I open my eyes, reorient myself.
Brett. Brett is kissing me. And I’d better get into it if I want that orgasm.
Then it happens.
He cups one of my breasts, flicks his finger over the hard nipple.
And I give in.
I return his kiss with passion and fervor, melt into his chest, and straddle my legs over his muscular thigh.
Only the stretchy fabric of my bikini bottoms separates my clit from his warm flesh. If only I could…
I jerk backward, breaking the kiss.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m good. Really good. But I found a loophole.”
“You attorneys and your loopholes. What is it?”
“You’re not allowed to touch me between my legs. But there’s no rule about what I’m allowed to do.” I strip out of the bottoms and push Brett down onto the bed.
He smiles.
I straddle his thigh and cup my breasts, fingering my nipples.
He covers my hands with his own. “Allow me.”
I sigh, close my eyes, as he squeezes my tits, pinches and twists my nipples. I arch my back as I glide my pussy over his hard thigh. His cock is big, hard, and magnificent, and it grazes my hip as I move.