Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I lay in his big bed tucked under the sheets and listened to the shower run in his bathroom. The room was dark, with the exception of the lamp on his bedside table. The soreness made me ache, but the rush of pleasure that dumped into my blood made my entire body relax like I’d just gotten a spa treatment.
Theo left the bathroom and turned off the light before he approached the bed. He pulled on a pair of black boxers, the material snug on his thick thighs and tight ass. The bulge in the front was substantial, even when his soldier was at rest.
He got into the sheets beside me before his big hand snaked over my belly. The smell of pine came over me, and the heat from his body was like having hot coals in the bed. My arm moved over his, and I felt lighter than air.
“You make it hard to leave.” Hard to leave this warm bed and this sexy man.
“Then don’t.” He lay on his side as he looked at me, his shoulder jutting to the sky like the cliff face of a mountain.
“If you don’t take a girl out to dinner, then you probably don’t have her sleep over.”
He stared at me for a while, his hand still on my stomach. “I’d tell you if I wanted you gone.”
Bolton was the only man I’d slept with in years. It should feel weird to sleep beside Theo, but it didn’t. His bed felt far more comfortable than mine. Sleeping in that villa all alone felt suffocating. That house felt less like home with every passing day. “I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
“You have somewhere to be?”
“I have work at eleven.”
“Then that means you have time for breakfast.”
“You don’t look like you eat breakfast.”
He smirked slightly. “I eat two breakfasts, sweetheart.” He came closer to me and dragged my body into his, turning me on my side so he spooned me from behind. It was like a heater right up against my back. His arm was tight over my waist like a safety belt from a car. His face was at the back of my neck, his breaths touching my hair.
It only took a few seconds to feel my mind start to slip. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
When I woke up, Theo wasn’t there.
The bedroom was vacant but still full of his heavy absence.
I went into his bathroom and got ready for the day, taking out the toiletries from my packed bag, brushing my teeth, and doing my makeup. I’d brought a change of clothes so I could go straight to work after this. I hadn’t really planned on a sleepover, but I was prepared for it if it happened.
When I was done, Theo entered the bathroom in just a pair of workout shorts, covered in sweat, his skin tinted red the way it was during sex. His muscles were thicker than normal, plumped with blood and tension from the workout he’d just completed. Without saying a word, he came to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then he turned on the shower and stripped down to nothing at all before he got in.
I hadn’t stopped staring since the moment he’d stepped foot into the room.
Water cascaded down his body as he washed his face and ran the bar of soap over his muscles and chest.
I’d never been jealous of a bar of soap before.
I tried to focus on myself, but I definitely lingered unnecessarily so I could sneak peeks of him. When he used the bar on his junk, my eyes glanced back to watch, to see him clean his monster dick.
He turned off the water and reached for the towel.
I packed up my things and walked out before I made it too obvious that I was a creep.
He came out moments later in his black sweatpants. “Let’s go.”
I assumed we weren’t going out to breakfast because of the way he was dressed, so we must be eating in his dining room. I grabbed my bag so I wouldn’t have to double back for it. When I looked at my phone, I had no missed texts or calls.
In the hallway, he took the bag off my shoulder and carried it for me.
His dining room was a big space with high ceilings and open windows. It was beautiful, a long table that could accommodate twenty guests even though he seemed like someone who rarely had company.
He sat at the head of the table.
I set my bag in the seat beside me and sat down.
George already had a pot of coffee on the table along with cream and sugar, so we each had a cup. Theo took it black like his eyes, and I drenched mine in cream. Then George brought out breakfast, an egg-white omelet and strips of bacon for Theo, while I had a plate of pancakes and a savory crêpe topped with ratatouille.