Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I cut her off with a kiss that she immediately accepts. She wraps her legs around me, igniting my masculine impulses and sending my testosterone levels skyrocketing. Fuck, I need to do something. But what? My mom was supposed to talk to her dad about this. If I go to him, he’s going to kill me, fire me, maybe even lash out at Skylar. If I go to him, I could end up destroying the entire family.
Sky’s legs part beneath me. She’s only wearing sweatpants, and as I grind against her, I can feel she’s also not wearing any panties. I’m already almost fully hard. All it would take is a quick unzip of my fly and a tug down on her hem to get inside her. We wouldn’t even have to get naked. If we kept things quiet, we’d be able to hear the sound of the door to the theater room downstairs opening—she could get out from underneath me and escape back to her room before anyone got up here and discovered us.
After all, this may be the last time we get to be intimate with each other for a long time.
Lifting my left hip, I unbutton my pants and unzip my fly. Hearing the sound, Sky smiles, her lips twisting against mine.
“Right now?” she asks. “They’re just downstairs.”
I tug the hem of her sweatpants down, exposing the smooth, soft skin.
“Just be quiet and we’ll be able to hear them,” I whisper. “We’ll make it quick.”
“You’re so naughty,” she giggles, lifting her hips to help me. I run my hand down between her legs and grin.
“Freshly shaved. God, I wish I could go down on you right now.”
“When I come to LA,” she says. “Then we’ll have all the time in the world.”
I groan. “If you come to LA.”
“I’ll make it happen,” she replies. “One way or another.”
Just as I’m reaching into my pants, I hear the theater door downstairs open and instantly freeze.
“Did you hear that—?”
“Shh!” I hiss. Roman’s footsteps, not headed to the kitchen, but coming this way. “Shit!”
Instantly, Skylar is on her feet, pulling up her pants and racing through the closet for her room, and I’m doing my best to deal with getting my zipper and button over the ridiculous bulge in my pants as I hear her father coming down the hallway toward my room.
God, if only she and I were on the West Coast, living alone together, then we wouldn’t have to deal with this.
Why didn’t my mom say anything to him?
And why can’t I just will my dick back down?
I take a seat in my chair and prop up a leg, doing my best to hide my arousal as Roman once again knocks and marches into my room without waiting for a response.
“Yeah, come on in,” I say. “How are ya, Roman? I was just finishing packing up for the flight—”
“Cut the shit,” he says gruffly. Jesus, he looks pissed. “Meet me downstairs in my office in two minutes.”
And without waiting for a response, he turns his back on me and exits the room.
What the hell was that?
He sure didn’t look happy, that’s for sure. My theory that he has both of our rooms bugged with cameras is starting to look more and more plausible. Am I being called downstairs for an execution? With all of Roman’s connections in law enforcement and the district attorney’s office, he could probably get away with it too.
“Fuck,” I grumble, instantly picking up my phone. If he’s giving me two minutes, I’m going to take almost all of that time to get my dick to go down. I wait until he’s heading down the stairs before I get up and do a few jumping jacks and then press on my cock until it’s basically to the point where I can walk. Then I head downstairs, my heart pounding, wondering if I’m going to have to fend off a series of blows from Skylar’s father.
I knock, but unlike Roman, I wait.
“Come on in,” he calls out from inside. I do, and find him seated behind his large, imposing walnut desk, pouring a glass of what looks like whiskey for me. I see he’s already got one for himself. “Drink up,” he says, pushing it toward the empty chair I’m clearly meant to sit in.
I smile and take a seat. “Kind of feel like I’m about to be taken out back and shot in the back of the head.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a menacing grin. “And why’s that?”
Fuck. Roman really is a lawyer. Backed me into a corner with a single question.
“Well, you interrupted your movie night,” I reply quickly. “You only do that for something serious, and I gotta say, you don’t look happy.”
“You don’t think I maybe just wanted to say good-bye to my step-son before he headed out?” he asks. “Spend some nice quality time with him?”