Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
She finished up when everyone started talking about where they were spending the holidays. I made a mental note to ask Lesya to book me a trip anywhere but there just so I wouldn’t have to—
“I’ve always wanted to go to Vermont in winter,” Hugh said wistfully. “Is it pretty with the snow? I’ve been there a ton in the fall to work weddings during leaf season, but never in the snow.”
I pulled his hand up from under the table and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You’ll like it,” I said roughly. “You’ll get to see it in the snow because Hyacinth is getting married there at New Year’s.”
His eyes lit up. “Really? At your house? Roman mentioned being at your place in Stowe when he and Scotty met. Are you hosting everyone?”
I shrugged. “It’s on my property, but it’s more of a shared event space. The Vermont place is like a family compound. We all have houses on the property, and there’s a barn-type building for big parties. That’s where the wedding will be.”
Hugh frowned. “Are you okay? You seem…” He stopped and looked around before pinching his mouth closed.
I leaned over and kissed the soft skin over his cheekbone, taking a moment to inhale my shampoo scent again. It smelled different on him, more intoxicating than any Bloody Mary or Mimosa. “Can we go home now?”
He nodded, thankfully agreeing with me silently without pointing out I’d said “home” instead of simply asking if we could leave. And since he hadn’t corrected me, I did the asshole thing by pretending to forget to take him home again.
Still, he didn’t say a word. We took the elevator to the top floor and got out in silence. Hugh turned me in the direction of the bedroom and followed me there.
Once we got into the room, Hugh pushed the buttons on the wall to close the electronic blinds and turn the lights down low until it felt like the middle of the night again.
This time, when he stripped me down and took me apart, I let him take more of me than before, more of me than was smart or safe or even sane.
I clenched my teeth together against floods of words that wanted to spill out and splash all over him before he even had time enough to take a lifesaving breath.
That morning, while I’d been sitting at a table full of family, full of people I’d known for almost twenty years, I realized there was one person there I wanted to take home with me. One person I always fit with, whose company I couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of, who even helped me see my family in a new light. One person I wanted to lean into and forget all my fears and worries for the future, if only for a little while.
One person I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to… at least until New Year’s.
When he turned me onto my side and slid his fat dick inside of me, I gasped and reached back to grab his thigh. Hugh’s body was sweat damp, his muscles tight as he curled around me in a possessive clutch. One knee bent up behind mine while the other pressed the inside of my other knee to keep my legs spread apart. The rough catch of his pubic hair against the tender skin of my ass and the scent of his sweat in my nose were driving me fucking crazy. He was everywhere around and on and inside of me… and it still wasn’t enough.
Still wasn’t enough. I sucked in a breath. And another.
“Set it down, you beautiful idiot,” he hissed against the back of my ear. “Give it to me and fucking let go.”
I came with an embarrassing grunt that sounded more like a sob. Every bit of pleasure shot through my blood with a pulsing heat. I moved my hand up to grab him by his hair, keeping his lips against the skin of my neck so he didn’t dare pull away.
Meager servings of oxygen sawed in and out of my lungs as I tried to search for more.
He stayed with me just like that, fucking in and out of me still until his own release came. His entire body tightened around me as he thrust deep inside. I held on tight, squeezing my eyes closed so I could listen to every sound he made as he cried out and shuddered against me.
Let me have this, I begged the universe. I can pretend through New Year’s. Please let me have this at least until then.
I already knew I was screwed anyway. At this point, the breakup would already destroy me. Because the fake relationship Hugh and I had accidentally stumbled into was deeper and more meaningful than any real relationship I’d ever had.