Insolent Read online T.L. Smith (Crimson Elite #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Crimson Elite Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
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“Have you been with other women since me? Or do you sleep with other women?”

His eyebrows scrunch together. “No. And even before you, it was once. When the urge presented itself.”

I reach my hand down between us, cupping his cock. “Is the urge there now?”

His eyes go darker as he nods his head. “Oh, very much fucking so. Every fucking day since I met you, to be precise.” He growls, and I like it, gripping him in my hands harder, but he doesn’t give me time to move as he lifts me and pushes my back against the wall.

“Put me in you, Olympia.”

I do as he asks and reach between us, placing his cock at my entrance. He watches me as I do, and when my hands come free to grip his hard shoulders and his tip is inside me, he leans forward, kissing me so hard that the back of my head slams against the tiles. He pulls up, biting my lip, and then in one swift movement, he’s in me. I moan loudly when he enters, and he grips my ass hard with his hands, pulling me up and down, helping me move with him.

Who knew shower sex could be so fucking good? My clit is stimulated each time I move up and down on him, and his cock is hitting in all the perfect places. I never want this to end.

“Tell me you want me, Olympia.” His voice is right next to my ear, and he bites the lobe before I speak.

“I love you Darby.” My eyes open in shock when the words leave my mouth.

Fuck! I half expect him to stop. But he doesn’t, he seems to grip me tighter and move me faster as if my words egged him on to take me. The words slipped out, I didn’t mean to say them. But the truth within those words is there. I do love him. And it’s been a battle raging within me for some time. How do you love a man who clearly doesn’t want that? I try not to think about what I’ve said and lean my head on his shoulder, and we both come at the same time.

I feel him stop, then I can feel the water slowly go cold, as we stand in the same spot for a while. Not moving.

“I think it’s time I read the letter.”

I nod my head, lifting up from him. Darby helps me down, and he’s the first to get out. He dries himself and leaves the room. I sit back in the shower not sure what to do now. I’ve just dropped a bomb that I wasn’t even sure I knew was true, but the moment the words left my lips I knew they were.

“Olympia.”

I look up, and he’s at the door watching me.

How long has he been standing there for?

“I want you to read it with me.” He passes me a towel, and I take his outstretched hand as I step out.

“I shouldn’t, it’s personal.”

“You should. Maybe then you’ll understand and maybe I will, too.”

I nod, wrapping the towel around myself. He pulls the letter out and lies on my bed, pulling me in next to him, then he starts.

My heart hurts from hearing the first line.

The Letter

Dearest Darby, this is Cleo. As you may already know, your dead baby mama, if you’re reading this.

I know, what a way to open up a letter, but it had to be said. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I want you to understand why I chose you. I know you probably think it was a scam I had planned to take your money, but that was the opposite. It was hard for me to let you believe that for so long. So hard, because I was raised to care for me, first and foremost, no one else. I yearned for love, so bad. I think you need to understand that, but I never did settle. I had high expectations, and you actually met them. I want you to know that you’re one of the best men I’ve ever met, and that’s another part of the reason I chose you.

Chose.

The word sounds funny when I write it out like that—like I went into a grocery store and picked the ripest apple. I did that, though, with you, and I don’t regret a thing. I chose you. There was no denying that fact.

We met once before at the same bar, you apologized for bumping into me, and offered to pay for my drink and my clothes. And not once did you stare down my top which was showing a lot of cleavage. I liked you then, but you never looked my way. So, I went back to that bar for weeks following, on the same night hoping you’d come back. And you did, Darby, you did. I saw you two more times before I finally approached you. Not once did you act anything but a gentleman. I even watched you help the waiter who spilled her tray of glasses that night at the hotel, then you went back to your chat as if it was nothing. It wasn’t nothing. No one else around helped that poor girl, and you did it without a second thought.


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