Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
And then, when his lips touch mine and the kiss begins, I get so lost in it. So completely consumed by how gentle he can be with his mouth that I almost fall down.
He presses himself against me with more force now, his thigh pushing between my legs, separating them a little. And then I am acutely aware that I’m wearing a flirty summer skirt. And there is just a very thin layer of fabric separating the muscle of his thigh from the heat of my pussy.
His mouth opens wider and I follow along, our tongues touching. And I have a moment to think clearly. Just a moment. And this thought is… Wow. I had no idea someone could kiss me like this.
His kiss is slow, and erotic, and thorough. Like my mouth is the only thing in existence. And while this breathtaking kiss is happening, his thigh is sliding back and forth between my legs. Working me up and getting me ready for him.
I slip my hand down to his pants, then flatten it against his front and feel his cock hardening under my touch.
Then, maybe, I forget how to breathe.
Because his hand slips between my legs, right up to my panties, and he pulls them aside so he can stroke me with the tips of his fingers. All of them, all at once.
I almost die of pleasure right here. And I have a moment to admonish myself for not succumbing to his ministrations sooner. For not fucking Silas Mercer nightly for the past seven years.
I pop the button of his pants, reach inside them, slipping right down to his cock, and then I pull it out and begin to give him my full attention. Fisting him until he breathes a moan into our kiss and slips his hand off my face to grab my breast.
The next thing I know he’s got both hands under my knees and he’s lifting me up, my back pressed firmly against the wall, and opening my legs with his hips.
We are still kissing. And even though my desire for him is quickly turning into a craving, then, just as fast, a yearning—this kiss remains purposeful, and slow, and tender.
I’ve still got my fist around his shaft when he presses forward at my entrance and then, just like that, he’s sliding inside me.
I almost lose consciousness, that’s how good he feels.
Then the kiss is over, and he’s talking. He’s making promises, I realize.
“I won’t fail you, Nova. I promise. I will make this work. I will get you out of here. I will take care of you. Your trust is not misplaced or taken for granted.”
And all the while he’s fucking me. And I’m moaning, and writhing, and bucking.
He says these words over and over and I just get more and more turned on. And then… there is no way to stop it.
He must feel the same way, at the same time, because when I go stiff with the orgasm, he grunts, pushing his face into my neck, and then he bites me on the shoulder.
I yelp a little, and he quickly pulls back, apologizing. “Sorry.”
I reach up and smooth his hair away from his eyes. I want to ease his worry. I want to save him back. But I can’t do either of those things, so I just say, “Don’t be.”
We stand there against the wall as the feeling fades, just breathing hard and heavy. Then Mercer sets me down and steps back, tucking his dick away in his pants.
I’m still fully dressed, my panties a little bit askew, which I adjust. And then… we just stare at each other for a moment.
I don’t know what his moment is like, but mine is filled with regrets.
Why now?
Why, on the eve of my last trial—the end of which will result in me leaving here, and leaving him behind, or my death—do I have to fall in love with the man I cannot have?
His face is solemn—almost sad—when he takes my hand in his and slips the ring off my finger. “I’ll get this to you, somehow. I’ll give it back, one day.”
And I just nod.
Then he is all business. He takes my hand and leads me down the hallway, talking furiously as we walk. “There is a number on the bottom of your paperwork, Nova. It’s on every page. It’s your case number for the drug trial. They really are going to unleash this drug on humanity. And they really are going through the FDA approval process. They have to. The lie has to be as real as they can make it. But this number of yours is not just a case number. It’s a code to open a storage unit in the town of Forest Park Village, Oregon. I want you as far away from here as I can get you. So I chose Oregon. There is only one storage facility in that town. And if this plan works, then one day, when you fully crash out, you will be given this paperwork, and you will go there, and you will use your case number to open that storage unit. Inside that unit is everything you need to stop these evil fucks from ruining humanity with their lies. I’m truly sorry that I’m pushing all this on you, but they will never let me go.”