Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 122578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
And I knew, more than ever before, what a danger he was to me.
Because my stupid fingers tightened in his shirt.
“That’s still a nanny, Caleb.”
“Call it whatever you want,” he grated. “The only thing I know is there isn’t anyone better for Evelyn. She needs you in her life. Since she met you, she’s been happy for the first time since she came to live with me.”
Reservations spun through my mind. “But what about my grandfather? Spending time with him and helping to take care of him is really important to me. Plus, I have Dakota and my friends…” My tongue stroked out as I hesitated with what to give him. “I have goals. Dreams I want to live.”
“Make a schedule. I’ll watch over her in the times you cannot.”
A discordant laugh skipped up my throat because this was crazy. “I don’t even like you.”
Icy eyes flamed with the same intensity from last night. “Oh, but I think you do.”
Air rushed from my lungs, arousal whispering through my veins. “This is a bad idea.”
“I know,” he agreed.
“No more outbursts?”
He actually smiled, though it was sly and smirky and did stupid, stupid things to my insides, my pussy clenching as I was struck with a rush of lust.
I was going to get my heart smashed.
“Would you expect anything less of me?”
“Oh, I expect plenty from you, Mr. Greyson.” Crap, I was flirting with him again.
Wading deeper and deeper.
Dark waters lapping at my thighs.
“I promise I’ll try, Paisley. Promise I’ll try with you.” Sincerity wove into his tone, even though there was a hardness underlying it.
“I reserve the right to junk punch you if you even look at me wrong.” I forced lightness into my tone, unwinding myself from his hold.
If I was going to do this, I had to maintain my distance.
His severe brow lifted. “Junk punch?”
“That’s right.”
“Those are your terms? You get to junk punch me if I lose my temper? And here I thought you were going to have Evelyn’s horse do the honors.”
“This seems more personal.”
“And you don’t want to know what I’ll be paying you?”
I shrugged, like all of this was no big deal when I’d just set myself up to get trampled.
But Evelyn—Evelyn was worth it.
“I’m sure it’s fine, Mr. Greyson. Throwing around your money and your tantrums seem to be your favorite things to do.”
Air huffed from his nose, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, forcing himself to take a step back.
“Thank you,” he said.
“I’m doing it for Evelyn.” So many lies because I knew right then I was doing it for him, too. “I need to go pack some things.”
“When will you be back?”
“Not sure.”
“I’d like a time.” It was a grunt.
“Don’t even try to get bossy with me, Mr. Greyson.”
I went to step out, only a gasp ripped from me when he reached out and grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back inside.
In a flash, he had me pushed against the wall and he was framing my face in his big hands.
So much for distance.
His breaths filled the air, heavy and harsh, his chest pitching in some kind of demand.
What the hell was he doing?
Better question was, what the hell I thought I was doing?
Because I was frozen where I was pinned beneath him. I couldn’t move. The most problematic was I didn’t want to.
Everything flashed, hesitation and need and every sort of reservation, right before we crashed.
Shockwaves of heat blistered through my body as his mouth descended and devoured, his hands so fierce where they held me by each side of the jaw.
He controlled the demanding kiss.
Mastered it, the man so fucking bossy, and I was the fool who liked it so much.
His tongue slipped into my mouth.
Tangling.
Stroking.
Mating.
My legs went weak, the air too thin to breathe. So I was breathing him instead, inhaling his secrets like I could hold them, my nails digging in like I could find my way inside.
He kissed me and kissed me like it was the first time he’d ever done it, and he never wanted it to end.
Lightheadedness swept me through, and I thought I might pass out from the rushing desire.
He finally pulled away, though he continued to hold me by both sides of the face. He tugged me close, so close I could taste his words as he gritted them at my lips. “Just to be clear, if you touch my cock, Paisley Dae, you’re going to end up on your knees with it in your mouth.”
TWENTY-FIVE
PAISLEY
I tapped at the door before I pushed down on the latch, popping my head into the wisping shadows of my grandfather’s house. “Grandpa, it’s just me.”
“In here,” he hollered back.
Heaviness overwhelmed my heart as I stepped into the house.
Torn.
Called between two different places that felt equally important. Yet, I was making a decision, wasn’t I? Picking one over the other?