Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
My orgasm creeps at first, climbing steady, so I move faster—my mind, my body, my heart trying to capture hers.
“Oh.” Her cry of ecstasy brings me back to the moment we’re sharing. “Keep going.” I keep thrusting, losing sight of myself again. And then her body contracts and squeezes, tremoring around me as I reach my peak and start coming. Our bodies move against the tide of each other, seeking completion. And then stillness as she lays beneath me. “God, yes,” she says, her pleasure driving a smile across her face.
A few erratic jerks of my cock force me forward until I have nothing left. My breath comes in heavy, and as worn as I am, I kiss her shoulder and the sweat on the side of her neck. Opening her eyes, she reaches around and holds me to her.
Brushing her hair back from her face, I kiss her red-hot cheek, then her temple. I scoop her into my arms and sit in the chair with her across my lap. “Dreams change.”
She smiles, sweeping my hair from my eyes and resting her head on my shoulder. “They do.”
I love her . . . more than I ever thought possible to love another, and all because of six words. Words that changed my life tonight. “I trust you with my life.” Those six words just changed me forever.
23
Loch
The sun has barely touched the morning sky, but it provides enough light to see Tuesday sleeping. I used to dread this hour—already drained by what was ahead, knowing every hour had already been scheduled weeks in advance. But with Tuesday, it’s become one of my favorite times of day.
I don’t even need an alarm to wake me.
My body stirs instinctively, but I lie here and hold her, soaking in every minute I have with her. I might be taking advantage of the situation, but I kiss her twice on the cheek and then on her forehead, selfishly wanting her to wake with me so I can have more of her.
She has her arm draped over my middle, her head resting as her body curls around me. A smile graces her face, but her closed lids hide her blue eyes. She whispers, “Is it already morning?”
“It is.” I grin when her arm tightens around me, followed by a soft sigh.
“I want you to stay in bed with me.”
“I wish I could. I have court.”
Finally leaning back to look up at me, she says, “And there’s nothing I have that you might be interested in more than court?” I know she’s teasing, but my brain is fully awake now.
“I’m interested in so much about you that I almost don’t know where to start.” Holding her under the chin, I kiss her lips but then reluctantly slip out of her embrace. “And unfortunately, I wasted too much time watching you sleep. I won’t make that mistake again.”
She laughs but then pushes up as I walk away. “Two things, Mr. Westcott.”
When I turn back, I catch her eyes lifting to meet mine. So busted.
“First, the weekend went by too fast.” I couldn’t agree more. “Second, nice ass.” She waggles her eyebrows unabashedly.
“First, it always does.” I chuckle and walk into the bathroom. “Second,” I call out, “Those five a.m. workouts are paying off.” I start the shower.
A few minutes pass while I’m waiting for hot water when I hear, “Loch?” panic striking her voice.
Dipping my head back into the bedroom, I ask, “What?”
She holds up my phone. “Leisa just called, but it only rang once. I didn’t answer it.”
I walk back out to grab my phone and text: Good morning. You called?
As if she had it loaded and ready to go, I receive her reply text: Update listed for the Reinhold case. 8:30. I’ll go by the office, get the team to bring the boxes, and meet you at the courthouse. 8:15.
What is Judge Judy up to this time? This has got to end. I’m putting a stop to it today. I know the plaintiff is as fed up as I am. As for the earlier time, I’m lucky to have an assistant who’s always on the ball. I respond to her text: Thank you.
Tuesday lies back on the bed, her brow furrowed. “Everything okay?”
“My case got bumped up on the docket.” The good to the start of our day has vanished. I set my phone down on the nightstand, feeling the day already getting away from me. It’s been different with Tuesday, but this, me . . . feels a lot like I used to—cranky. “Happy Monday.”
I walk through the courthouse doors, stopping to check the large brass clock hanging on a marble column. 8:10 a.m. Time to spare. I grin, getting a taste of the victory I intend to claim.
Turning to look behind me, I see Leisa pushing the boxes through the security scanner and two assistants she’s directing to carry them once they reach the other side. I start toward her, ready to help.