Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
When we part, he’s smirking again, watching me.
“Fuck,” I manage to say.
He laughs. And then he sweeps one arm under my legs and scoops me up into his arms. Thank fuck, because I’m not sure if I could have stood or walked quite yet. My legs feel like jelly, wobbly beneath me. But he carries me like I weigh nothing at all, straight into the only closed off room in this enormous apartment.
His bedroom.
He kicks the door open with one foot, and I catch a glimpse of a big king size bed, immaculately made sheets, and more minimalist decor. Then he sweeps me into the bathroom and deposits me at the edge of the big walk in shower, with the rain shower head and all. He flicks on the water, and it comes straight out warm and all encompassing.
Then he pulls me under it, while I’m laughing, and bends down to kiss me again, hot water coursing over both our naked bodies.
We wind up staying up all damn night. And I have no regrets.
3
Cassidy
At least, not until the next morning.
I wake up to the sound of an alarm clock going off, and I groan at the bright assault of sunlight pouring through the enormous windows. For a moment, I’m disoriented, confused. My tiny little apartment on a dingy block in the ass end of nowhere doesn’t get this much sunlight in the living room, let alone my closet of a bedroom. My single narrow window faces a dirty fire escape, shaded overhead by my upstairs neighbor’s huge illegal balcony.
Then the previous night flashes through my mind, and I understand all the various aches and pains I’m feeling. Especially my pussy, throbbing and deliciously sore. And still naked.
I sit up, startled to realize I fell asleep nude. Normally I never do that. I never feel comfortable enough to. In the moment is one thing, but letting guys see me in broad daylight the next day is another.
When I roll over, though, Lark’s shutting off his alarm clock, also completely naked, and I have to say, it’s worth risking him seeing me like this, as long as I get to stare at him in return.
His eyes slide over me, devouring me hungrily, and I flush, a full-body blush that travels all the way from my cheeks to my toes. “What?” I ask, and he reaches across the sheets to drag me toward him.
“Just remembering how much I already want you, all over again,” he says. But just as our lips are about to meet—and just as I notice the bulge standing straight up in the sheets between us already, his cock hard and ready for me all over again—there’s another sharp buzzing sound.
I jump, startled, expecting it to be the alarm again. But Lark rolls away from me, cursing, and it goes off again, and I realize that must be the door buzzer.
I squint at the alarm clock. 10am. Shit. My meeting isn’t until the afternoon, but I’d counted on having a little bit more time in the morning to fully prep myself.
With a groan, I sit up and start to fish around under the bed, before I remember that all of my clothes are in the living room. Lark left the door behind him open a crack, so I edge around the bed and pull it open, padding outside to grab my dress first, from where it’s lying near the kitchen counter.
That’s when I hear the voice over the intercom. A woman’s voice.
“We agreed we’d talk it over first, hon,” she’s saying, and my stomach sinks all the way down through the floorboards.
Hon.
Oh no. Oh fuck no.
Lark has his back to the bedroom, so he hasn’t noticed me yet, standing stark naked in the middle of his apartment. He sighs and presses the button to respond. “Now’s really not a good time. I’ll meet you at the house, all right?”
The house? As in, their house? My heart beats so loud it’s like thunder in my eardrums. I yank my dress over my head, then snatch up the bra and panties from the floor, my head spinning too badly to concentrate and actually put them on. All I want to do is get the hell out of here.
I duck into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, heart hammering. In the living room, I can hear Lark’s conversation continue for a few more sentences, muffled through the door. I don’t listen. I can’t. I’m too busy smacking the back of my head against the door in frustration.
I’m such an idiot. I should have known that a guy like him wouldn’t be who he said he was. But I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think he’d be a full-blown cheater. Maybe just a stupidly hot, impossibly sexy guy on the rebound, but this?