Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Barrett isn’t at the door when I finally get to the entrance to Kelsey’s building. The new doorman stops me, which honestly pleases me, but after the traffic hell I just went through to get here, I’m not in the mood. I should’ve never gone home first, or at least made plans with her. As it is, I’m surprising her and she may not take too kindly to it.
“May I help you?” the man asks as he steps in front of me.
I take a deep calming breath and remind myself he’s doing his job. “I’m here to see Kelsey Sloane.” I give him her apartment number, which he verifies on his phone.
“Please use the phone by the wall to call up to her.”
I go in and call her, knowing full well I should’ve done this before I made the rash decision to come over.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Kels.”
“Alex?”
“Are you expecting someone else?” I ask jokingly.
“No. Just surprised. Do you want to come up?”
“Nah, I thought I’d stand in your lobby and chat with you over the phone. Maybe we can do some dirty talk. Give your neighbors a show.”
“You boob. Here’s the code.”
She deserved that after asking if I wanted to come up. I’m thankful she likes to joke with me though. I half expect for her to have her door open, but it’s not and I have to knock. “Kels, it’s me.”
“Coming.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” I mumble under my breath. I have a sudden ache in my chest, knowing she's behind the door. It hits me then. That’s why I miss her, like physically miss being in her presence. I’m not here because of sex, but because of her. It’s like my body craves being in the same space as her. It’s been weeks, and I shouldn’t feel this way. It took me months of hanging out with Maggie before I felt anything for her.
The door opens and my God, Kelsey takes my breath away. I swallow hard, taking in the sight before me. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts. Not as in mine from my house, but from the Pro Shop. It’s oversized and has my face on it. Her legs are bare, and her hair is in one of those cute, I-don’t-give-a-shit, buns.
“Damn it, Kels. What are you trying to do to me?” Instant hard-on. I don’t even bother adjusting the growing tent in my sweats. She knows what she does to me.
She giggles and the sound goes right to my dick. “I’ve been editing since I came home from work.”
“Like that?” I ask, pointing to her attire.
She nods. “Are you going to stand there or come in?”
“Oh, I’m going to come all right.” I step in and kick the door closed. My hands cup her cheeks, and my mouth is on hers before the door latches. She grips my sweatshirt and pulls me even closer. How that is possible, I’ll never know. We walk toward her living room until I think fuck it and pick her up. As soon as my hands go under her legs, I freeze.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?” She’s out of breath and kissing my neck.
“You’re not wearing any panties.” My finger slips between her folds and into her sex.
“Yeah.” Her breathing hitches and her hips flex. Fuck me sideways. “God, this feels good.” She uses my shoulders as leverage as she moves up and down.
“Don’t you want the real thing?” I fucking want the real thing. I’m hard and my dick is jealous of my fingers right now.
My thumb brushes against her sensitive bud. She moans and her head falls back. When she bites her lower lip and looks at me, I about lose my shit in my pants.
“I like coming home to this side of Kelsey.”
“You can thank the book I’m editing.”
Everything in me freezes. “What?”
Kelsey’s eyes open. “The book I’m reading. It’s hot. Very sexy.”
“So, this isn’t for me?”
“It’s all for you, Alex. You benefit from the words I’ve read. Believe me, this is a good thing.” Her hand snakes between us and into my pants. My dick’s a traitor. An attention-seeking asshole. As soon as her fingertips graze the tip, he’s all, “play with me” despite the fact that I’m trying to be mad.
“If you don’t want this side of me, just say so. Jack will take care of me.”
“Who the fuck is Jack?”
“Jack Hammer. My dildo.”
“Your what?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “Why do you need one of those?”
Kelsey grips my erection with some pressure. “Because this”—she gives a nice, gentle tug—“isn’t always available. Whether it’s yours or someone else who wants to have sex with me. Right now, I prefer it be you. But if you’re upset because a book turned me on, then Jack will do.”
It takes me zero seconds to come to the right conclusion.
THIRTEEN
KELSEY
I’m falling for Alex. I think it was inevitable. He’s kind, funny, sweet, and makes me feel like I’m the only one in his world that matters. Alex is a gentle giant. This beast of a man, with the softest heart. And until I met him, I never knew I liked to be manhandled. The way he makes me feel when his hands are on me . . . safe, secure, loved, and wanted. I’m sure from the outside, we look like the definition of opposites attract, and rightly so. He’s twice the size of me and could easily throw me around like a ragdoll, but he’d never hurt me that way.