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)
The most I’d have to worry about would be finding ways to sneak out of the condo while Mia wasn’t paying attention. Heading over to the redhead’s place for a quick fuck without being missed. The boss would chew me a new asshole if he ever found out I left his precious daughter alone, but I’d live to see another day.
And Mia might not end up with a broken heart. She’d be pissed as fuck, for sure. Hurt. Bitchy. She’d be the one to tell her father about me screwing around while on duty, now that I think about it. But she wouldn’t have to live one day with knowing the man she gave her virginity to, who she so eagerly fucked so many times, had fucked her while knowing damn well there was no possible future for them. Knowing she was as good as sold off to the highest bidder and nothing about her future would be hers, ever.
Should I tell her the whole truth? Get it over with all at once? She deserves the opportunity to make her own decisions. I could help her somehow. Could help her think it through, make a plan to get away with her freedom intact without having to give up every last shred of herself.
And where would I go once I did that? If she got away, would I go with her?
She’s not in the living room when I open the door. “Mia?” I hear footsteps somewhere—soft, rhythmic. “Where are you?”
Following the sound of the footfalls, I walk down the hallway and find her bedroom door partly open. She’s in there, listening to music with her earbuds in, half undressed like she was in the act of getting changed when the song got to be too much, and she had to dance. The tight leggings she wears don’t leave much to the imagination, and her lacy bra is see-through enough that her rose-pink nipples stand out.
I can’t help but watch. It feels wrong to do it when she’s unaware, but she would stop if she knew she wasn’t alone.
How am I supposed to lay off her when everything about her seems built to tempt me? The way she moves, the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin. She haunts me day and night. Even my dreams.
Finally, I can’t stay quiet anymore. I knock on her door before easing it open a little farther. “Hello?”
At least she can’t accuse me of sneaking up and scaring her, even if she gasps with a hand over her chest. “You need to wear a bell around your neck.”
“You need to stop listening to your music at deafening levels.”
“Thanks for the advice.” She looks me up and down, her nose wrinkling. It’s cute even when she wrinkles it at me. “Good workout? You look like you took a shower.”
“I need one, for sure.”
“Do you always work out so hard? It’s like you’re punishing yourself. I mean, I work out too, but…”
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she could read my mind. Like she somehow knows why I pushed myself, why I’ve been pushing myself over the past two weeks we’ve been fucking like deranged rabbits. The boss has that tendency, too, of reaching into my head and pulling my thoughts out. Either that or I’ve been unable to deal with guilt for much longer than I knew.
“It’s all that good food you’ve been shoving down my throat. I need to work it off.” I pat my stomach, shrugging. “Don’t like the sight of me all covered in sweat? Don’t feed me so well.”
“I like the sight of you all covered in sweat,” she assures me with that impish little grin I’ve come to recognize as the precursor to something more. “It’s just that I like being the reason you’re all sweaty.”
“Is that an invitation?” I take a step her way, then another.
“Oh, gross! Wash off your stink, at least!” She squeals an instant before sliding past me, running down the hall and into the living room, laughing the entire way. The sight of her ass jiggling is more than enough to strengthen my determination to get my hands on her. And my cock in her.
“Run all you want.” I face her from the other end of the island, ducking right and left in time with her movements. “You can’t get away. Not in your underwear.”
“I can get back to my room and put on a shirt before you catch me.”
“You sure about that?” I raise an eyebrow, grinning. “Try it.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Feinting right, then left, she finally breaks right and runs through the kitchen, reaching the hall a split second before I do. I try to make a grab for her, but she’s too quick, flying barefoot down the hall and throwing herself into her room. She screams when I throw my weight against the door before she can get it shut.