Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I know this is only for the night, but you are by far the best girlfriend I’ve ever had,” he says, kissing my shoulder, my neck. My core’s still twitching and my head’s still buzzing from the orgasm.
I grin at him and return his kisses. “I feel the same way. You’re much better than my ex. I can’t even remember his name.”
“Good. I’d like to fuck you until you can’t think of his face ever again.”
“That’s a deal.”
“And as for me, I’ll have the memory of you riding my cock to cherish on my wedding day.”
“That’s very bad of you.”
“I’m a very bad man, love.” He kisses me, brushes my hair aside, and holds me tight against his chest. “Now, I believe there’s a big shower and a lovely jacuzzi we can sample. Interested?”
“Very. If I don’t have to wear clothes tonight, that’d be a bonus.”
“Consider it done then.” He rolls me onto my stomach, squeezes my ass, and spanks it. “I’m far from finished with you, Dara, my lovely girlfriend. Now come on. I want to lick water off your perky little nipples.”
Who the hell is this guy?
This is easy, whatever this is, because there’s nothing else but the two of us. No baggage, no expectations, no lives. No tomorrow. There’s only us here in this room, enjoying sex and sin while we can.
Easy and simple.
But some voice in the back of my head knows it won’t last.
Nothing this good ever does.
Still, when he spanks me, I moan.
“Come on, love, I’m a lot of things, but I’m not patient,” he says.
I laugh as he drags me out of bed.
Chapter 5
Dara
He wakes early the next morning. His alarm goes off at five, tearing me from a very deep, very blissful sleep. A comfortable ache rests between my legs, and I stretch, letting out a little groan from deep in my throat. He kisses my hair, breathes me deep. “Morning,” he says. “Former girlfriend.”
“Morning, former boyfriend.” I blink up at him. Still incredibly handsome, even this early. “How are we awake already? Didn’t you keep me up until a couple hours ago?”
“I did, and I’m sorry, but I have to leave. The room’s paid for through today. Stay, relax, enjoy the spa if that’s your thing.”
“Oh. Right.” I sit up, clinging the sheet to my chest. I remember what he said the night before. I want to see you. But it’s like the magic’s worn off. “You’re leaving.”
“I am.” He gently pulls the sheet away. I try not to smile. Maybe there’s still a little magic left. “I meant it when I said I need to look at you. We’re not totally done yet.”
I lick my lips and nod when he kisses me. “What now then? You just go get engaged?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” He gets out of bed, still completely naked. And shockingly somewhat hard. He must’ve had nice dreams. He catches me looking and smiles. “No time for that, I’m afraid.”
“No, that’s okay, I didn’t mean—” I blush, feeling self-conscious.
But he laughs and kisses me. “I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a night like that before.”
“I definitely haven’t.”
“It’s a shame, really.” He hesitates, looking like he wants to say something else. But whatever it was, he leaves it hanging. “I’ll shower,” he says instead.
He’s not long in the bathroom. I stay in bed, squirming slightly as I think back to the night before. We were a little reckless—he came inside of me that first time, and neither of us bothered to mention protection, which must mean I’m way worse emotionally than I thought—but overall, he treated me like a princess.
Well, like a very filthy princess.
When he’s done in the shower, he dresses and stands beside the bed. He bends down and kisses me, looking at me for a long moment.
“This is goodbye then,” he says, touching my cheek. “I’m sorry, but I’m breaking up with you.”
I smile at him sadly. “Dumped twice two days. Not my best track record.”
“You’ll recover. A girl like you can have any man she wants.”
“What if she wants a man that’s getting engaged?”
His eyes sharpen with a bittersweet pain. “Sorry, love. Maybe not any man.” He kisses me again and walks to the door. “Stay. Sleep in. Enjoy yourself.”
“I wish I could, but I have work in a few hours.”
“Ah, right. The manager.” His eyebrows raise. “Still think he’ll fire you?”
“If I’m lucky,” I say, grinning.
“Goodbye, Dara.”
“Goodbye, Finn.”
He hesitates, looking at me for a long moment like he’s memorizing my face, then disappears.
Leaving me alone in the hotel room with only the smell of his sex and the memory of his touch.
Chapter 6
Finn
“Well, bro, you look like shit.” Carson grins at me as I enter the Crowley mansion through the side door. My oldest brother is sitting in the breakfast nook with an espresso on the plate in front of him and a copy of the New York Times in both hands. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was some overprivileged, self-indulgent gentleman, not a back-alley bruiser with a taste for violence. “Stayed out all night on the eve of your engagement?”