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)
It’s slow, and deliberate, and intimate. He helps me. Pumping his hips a little. Guiding my head with his hand. And then he says, “I’m going to come on your face.” His dick slides out of my mouth, a little bit of come on my tongue. But mostly, he does come on my face. Not my eyes, or my hair, but right on my chin. So it drips down onto my breasts and slides into my bra.
He takes as many moments as he wants to enjoy this.
And I don’t care. My mind is whirling with what-the-fucks.
“Would you like me to touch you now, Nova?”
There he goes again. Asking for what he wants.
But I want this too. I’m throbbing with desire for him.
So I look up, meet his gaze, and say, “Yes, Mercer. I would like you to touch me now.”
He smiles. “Good. Let me show you how I’ll do that. Stand up.” I stand up. “Get in my lap.” I straddle him. “Now rub your pussy all over my cock and come on it.”
Not what I was expecting, but I don’t even mind that I have to do all the work.
I place my hands on his shoulders and begin to grind on him.
He kisses me.
And oh, God, this kiss.
It’s the same way Locke does it. Slow and with an open mouth. His hands on my face, like I’m something precious. And I want to make this moment last forever, and ever, and ever. I want to live in the in-between state of potential ecstasy for lifetimes.
But there is no way to stop now.
I do it just like he asked.
I moan, and writhe, and come all over his cock.
He pulls my hair as the sensations course through my body. A big, initial, pounding pulse—then shockwaves of quicker, shorter, throbbing tingles.
We kiss again. A little faster this time. More urgent, which is funny, since all the urgency is over.
He’s breathing hard and so am I. He’s still gripping my hair, too. He pulls it, forcing my head back. Exposing my neck. Then he leans in and bites me on the shoulder.
I squeal, but it’s already over. And he’s kissing the spot where the bruise is forming. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I just like to end it like this.”
He bites.
Just like Locke did.
Mercer lets out a long breath, stands up with me in his lap, carries me over to the bed, and sets me down. I scoot over and he gets in next to me.
“Turn around.”
I do that. Unsure what to expect.
But what he does next might be the biggest surprise of the day. Because he wraps his arms around me and holds me like I’m his dying soulmate.
A ringing phone wakes me. I startle, then sit up, confused about where I am and who I’m with. But the day comes back to me when Mercer gets out of bed, his phone to his ear. “Right. Yes. I’ll be right down to let you in.”
“Who’s that?”
He ends the call and smiles at me. “Your stylist is here. It appears I’ve ruined the afternoon. I wanted you to have a nice bath before you dressed, but we slept the day away. Which doesn’t count, by the way.”
I’m confused and… well, just confused. “Count for what?”
“Locke? I only sleep with him. That’s his victory, remember? But it’s the afternoon. It doesn’t count.”
Oookay. I’m not even going there. So I change the subject. “Stylist?”
“If you don’t want her—”
“No. I didn’t say that. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“I dragged you into this night. I thought I would…” He shrugs. “I don’t know. My mother is truly going to be a nightmare, Nova. I figured the stylist and the dress would make it easier on you. But if you don’t want to wear the dress, you can wear the wrinkled thing. And if you don’t want the stylist, I’ll send her away.”
“You’re nervous.”
He grins at me. “Like I said, my mother. You want to meet a woman who can give birth to a man like me? She’s one of a kind.”
I get up, cross the room to him, place my hands on his shoulders, then kiss his cheek. “Thank you. When Silas Mercer gives you a warning, you don’t dismiss it.”
He chuckles. Then rubs his thumb over my chin and stares into my eyes. “I’ve missed you.”
“What?”
“Almost missed you.” I cock my head at him in confusion, so he continues. “It would be easy to make the mistake my mother will undoubtedly make tonight. To dismiss you. But I saw something. Something hidden inside you. And I was right.”
“Ya know, you’re more… poetic than I ever expected.”
“Am I?”
I nod.
“Love it or hate it?”
“Kinda love it.”
He grins again. “There’s a robe in the bathroom.” He nods to the en suite. “I’ll send the stylist in.”
Then he turns and leaves my room.