Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“But you can’t do that. You’re not a part of any of this.”
“But I will be—from the business side of things. I already told him everything I came up with, and I’m sure we’ll work out the details later. We’re going to do an image rehabilitation, and I’ll be the face of it. In exchange for that, I get you.”
“I can’t believe he would agree to that.”
She snorts. “Once I reminded him of how bad it would look if I popped up in his life, then disappeared again, he started to get the picture. It looks much better for me to stick around and be happy than for me to suddenly vanish because I ran away or because he wants to hide me someplace since I won’t play along with his plans.”
“He’s going to let us—”
She cuts me off with a kiss. Slow, tender. “Yes,” she whispers after pulling away. “He’s going to let us. Because I told him I love you, too. And I always will. You’re all I want.”
I touch her face, her hair, her hands. I’ve never known what it means to have something I wished for. I figured that kind of thing wasn’t for men like me. Yet here she is, and she’s telling me she’s mine. I’m not sure how to process it. “But it means you’ll be getting mixed up in all this shit. I don’t want that for you.”
She touches her fingers to my lips, shaking her head. “Remember, I get to decide what’s good for me. And what’s good for me is you. Nothing else matters.”
I don’t know what to say. There aren’t any words to describe the way my heart swells; the way what used to be ice in my stomach just a few minutes ago when I thought Frank was coming to kill me is now warm, electric. All because of her. All because she was willing to take a chance because she loves me. Me. The person least worthy of love.
“Even after everything I’ve done?” She tries to brush it off, but I won’t let her. I need to know—and so does she. “I know it’s easy right now to say it doesn’t matter, but I want you to be sure. I don’t want you waking up tomorrow and realizing you—”
She cuts me off with another kiss. Deeper this time. Harder, fiercer. She wants to prove she means what she says.
And I don’t have it in me to stop her. I don’t want to. I pull her closer, crushing her against me, and her soft groan tells me it’s the right move. This woman. This infuriating, unpredictable woman. My everything.
Now when I touch her, when I start the process of pulling off her clothes, I feel a sense of reverence. I could have lost this precious thing, this beautiful woman. As sure as I was of finding her and making him pay, there was always a touch of realism. The knowledge, deep in the back of my mind, that not every story like ours has a happy ending. Sometimes the worst does happen, and the bad guys win. Not this time. For once, I was the good guy.
And when she grins like a little devil before crossing her arms to lift her sweater over her head, I remind myself she sometimes likes my bad side. She sees both and loves both. What did I do to deserve this miracle?
Whatever it is, I plan to keep doing it—which is why I ease her back before lifting her hips to pull down her leggings and thong in one move. I can start here. Worshiping her, pleasuring her the way she deserves. Which is why I soak in the softness of her skin with both hands, running them up and down her legs while with my lips kiss a trail from her ankle to the seam where her leg ends and her mound swells. By the time I sweep my tongue over that sensitive crease, she’s already lost—eyes closed, gripping the sheets.
I repeat the process on her other leg, watching her reactions. Her soft whimpers of approval are music, the sweetest I’ve ever heard. And the scent of her arousal is better than any perfume. I soak it in, my nose close to her sweetness, and marvel at the sight of juices dripping from her tight little hole.
“All mine.” It’s not a question. It never was. Still, confirming it for myself is a thrill I never anticipated.
She opens her eyes, half-lidded and full of lust. “Yours,” she whispers. “Now eat me. Make me come for you.” My cock was already hard enough, but now it’s going to kill me. I open my jeans and push them down far enough to free myself before lowering my head, brushing my mouth over her glistening lips.