Honor Read Online Deborah Bladon

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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I laughed and told her that wouldn’t serve me well because I had a future to think of.

That’s when she spouted that gem of wisdom about my prospects of getting laid if I always took the logical approach to life.

For the record, I didn’t forgo my studies for sex that night, or most nights through high school or college, for that matter. I followed the path toward a degree because I thought it would fulfill me in ways nothing, including great sex, could.

Since I’ve only ever had good sex, I still don’t know if great sex is worth venturing off the life path I have planned for myself, but I’m tempted to find out.

“The worst that can happen is that after he fucks me, he fires me,” I whisper to myself. “He’ll have to pay out my contract since he won’t have a justifiable reason for terminating it.”

I wander into the bathroom attached to my bedroom to look in the mirror. “Baden will give me a good recommendation, and Cleo has business contacts all over New York City, so I’ll find a marketing position sooner rather than later.”

My self pep talk puts a smile on my face.

I reach to where I left my makeup bag on the counter and reapply my lipstick. I shouldn’t be doing that because it’s the middle of the night, and sleep is tempting me, but so is Reid.

The big problem with that is I don’t know which bedroom he’s staying in, and I’d hate to knock on a door and find a half-naked, or maybe totally naked, Pete behind it.

I peek out of the bathroom toward the bed. My phone is right there. All it would take is a quick text message to my boss to ask him to stop by my room.

I close my eyes to further weigh the pros and cons because spontaneity and I don’t have a close relationship, or we didn’t until I decided to become the maid of honor for a stranger.

At this moment, I can’t tell if that was a wise move or a huge misstep.

The sound of a chime fills the still air.

Panic hits me immediately because late night text messages are rarely a good thing. I spring forward and race toward the bed, gathering my phone in my hands while my heart races.

My breath catches as soon as I see the sender’s name, and when I read the message, I have to sit down on the edge of the bed out of fear of passing out.

Mr. Hunt: To answer your question, I don’t have condoms with me, but I can think of at least a dozen ways to make you come right now that only involve my hands and mouth.

“Oh my God,” I whisper. “I’m asleep. I must be asleep. This has to be a dream.”

Any notion that I am indeed lost in a dream is shattered when his next text message pops up on my phone’s screen.

Mr. Hunt: To answer the question I thought you were going to ask, your job is safe. Whatever happens or doesn’t happen this weekend won’t change that.

As I think about all of that, I change his name in my contact list from Mr. Hunt to Reid because I need that division if I’m going to even consider getting naked with him.

Naturally, my thoughts wander back to the beach and how he looked in his swimming trunks.

“I have nothing to lose,” I say to convince myself that sex with my boss won’t end with my life in shambles. “It’s just sex.”

Those last three words sound like a joke coming from my lips because I have yet to separate sex and emotions. I’ve never just had sex for the fun of it. It’s always been in the context of a relationship.

I hit reply on his last message and slowly type out a response, contemplating what I’m doing with each tap of my finger on my phone’s screen.

Evie: A dozen ways?

With my fingers trembling, I press send.

His response is quick and to the point.

Reid: At least.

I glance at the bedroom door before I type out four words that will undoubtedly change my life forever.

Evie: My door is unlocked.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Reid

My door is unlocked was Evangeline’s response when I confirmed that there are at least a dozen ways for me to make her come that don’t involve a condom or my cock.

My dick is already aching for her, but for the first time in my life, I’m not thinking about how it will feel when I get off. All I can think about is Evie.

Tonight, I want her to come again and again. My satisfaction is secondary.

I’ve never felt that way with a woman, but this is different. The way she was squirming against me on the beach as we kissed told me everything I need to know about her.


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