Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“As I got older, I realized most women wanted me because I was a professional athlete with money in the bank. While many made it clear they would be more than happy to commit, they weren’t what I was looking for. Because I didn’t want to lead them on, or put myself in a position where I would have to explain why I wasn’t going to have sex with them, I eventually stopped being with them in any capacity.
“I told myself I was going to wait until I found a woman I could see myself having a baby with, but it never happened. Every woman I came across I just couldn’t imagine creating a family with.” I shrug. “Look at Nick and Olivia. Sure, it worked out for them, but what if she didn’t attend the football game? He would’ve never known he was a father. She would’ve had to raise their baby fatherless. I guess I’ve just never been willing to risk it…” Until now, I find myself thinking but don’t say out loud.
“That makes sense.” She nods in understanding then stands. “But you did give me an orgasm.” Her cheeks burn pink.
“I did,” I agree, remembering how fucking good she felt as she came around my fingers and the fact that I wasn’t the least bit concerned about where it would lead to.
“I should probably get going,” she says. “I have to work tomorrow and…”
Before she can finish her sentence, I lean over and kiss her. Our lips curl against each other and we kiss for several minutes. She tastes like the vanilla latte she drank, and fuck if I don’t want more. When we finally separate, I don’t give her a chance to say whatever negative thing I’m sure is going to come out of her mouth.
“Stay the night with me.” Her eyes go wide. “Not for sex. Let’s have dinner, watch some crappy television, and when we’re tired we’ll go to sleep.”
“Why?” she asks.
“Because when you’re around I don’t feel so broken or lonely.”
Eighteen
Giselle
Killian’s hands massage my breasts as I moan in pleasure. His fingers tweak my nipples, and my back arches, needing more of his touch. “More, please,” I beg. “Suck on my nipples, Kill,” I plead. I’m so close to coming.
“You sure you want this?” Killian asks.
“Yes!” I demand. A little more and I’m going to explode. “Suck on my nipples, please!” I beg again.
He doesn’t listen, though. He just continues what he’s doing—massaging and pinching. My hands move to his head to force him to wrap those full lips around my nipples, only his head isn’t anywhere near my breasts.
Then who’s touching my breasts? Am I dreaming?
My eyes shoot open. My gaze goes to where Killian’s face really is—between my legs. I glance around at my surroundings. I’m in Killian’s room, in his bed. I look down and notice the hands that are on me aren’t Killian’s—they’re mine! My hands are massaging my breasts. My fingers are pinching my nipples.
Killian’s hands are holding onto the insides of my thighs as he licks and sucks on my clit. I don’t even have time to ask him what is going on before I’m coming so hard my butt lifts off the bed.
“Jesus, woman,” Killian murmurs, “that was so fucking hot.” He sits up and lifts the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe his mouth, his perfect set of abs peeking out just enough to give me a tease.
I take a second to slow down my breathing and then ask, “Did you just make me come while I was sleeping?”
He gives me a quizzical look. “I’m pretty sure you begging for more indicated you were awake.”
“I thought I was dreaming!” I pull my shirt down and sit against the headboard. I glance down and notice the boxers I borrowed from Killian last night are no longer on me but instead on the floor.
“Giselle, did you have more to drink last night other than the one glass of wine with dinner?” He stands and picks his boxers up from the floor and throws them to me.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t pay to touch me!”
“No,” he says, “I said I wouldn’t pay to fuck you, and I wouldn’t. However, it’s eight in the morning. I paid for you from five p.m. until midnight, which means you’re off the clock. Plus, you came on my tongue and fingers, not my dick.”
“What happened to oral being the gateway to sex? This is the second time in a week you’ve made me come!”
“You woke up this morning begging for me to make you come. A man only has so much restraint.” Killian tilts his head to the side. “Wait a second…when you were begging me, you were asleep?”
“I—” I clear my throat. “I think so…” I try to remember begging Killian to make me come but can’t.