Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 157140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Still, I don’t regret it. The way she looks at me like I just hung the stars, how could I bear to let her down?
If there’s a 'thing,' we’ll confront it head-on.
Kona was the second chance of a lifetime and it’s all thanks to this woman.
It’s time to lower the shields and rewrite rules of my life I thought were etched in stone.
Eliza deserves more—and maybe, I do, too.
I rake my eyes over her miles of curves, drinking her in.
What would it be like to date her freely and openly? Where neither of us are hiding anything and we can share our hopes and dreams and passions without worrying about breaching some stupid workplace policy or even our own ethics?
It could be goddamned divine.
Or it could be a godless disaster.
Regardless, I’m ready to find out one way or the other.
“Let’s get sushi tonight. After work,” I say.
“What if I have issues eating raw fish?”
I chuckle and pull her closer. “You ate your weight in poke in Hawaii, brat.”
She kisses my chest, trailing her teasing lips to my neck. “What if I’m just tired of it, Cole?”
“Order katsu chicken or hibachi steak and scallops.”
She snorts adorably. “What if I can’t stop thinking about the poor fishies?”
“We’ll go to a damn steakhouse. Or are you a vegetarian now?”
“Nope, just messing with you. I love sushi.”
I bite her bare shoulder until she squeals and then dive lower, blowing a raspberry on her stomach.
“Cole, stop!” she shouts.
“Not until you get what you deserve for driving me mad.”
She laughs knowingly, her hair hanging in messy chestnut locks.
She tries to move away from my tickle-storm and only succeeds in pressing her body to mine. We know where that leads.
I close my arms around her with a hot growl in my throat.
She turns to face me, and I lean up, stealing a kiss.
That sweet peck turns into a long sensuous kiss in about five seconds.
Eliza climbs over me without breaking the kiss. Her knees squeeze my sides and she releases my lips, drawing in a slow breath as she straddles me.
Goddamn, do I love this position.
Her tits hang in front of my face so easily it feels criminal not to suck them. I flick my tongue across her nipple, gently nibbling as I devour her.
“Ohh,” she moans. “Cole...”
She nudges her wetness against my length, always so ready for me.
I grasp her hips, drunk on sex, pulsing so hard I feel like I’ll explode if I’m not inside her in the next two seconds.
With a heavy look, she presses herself over me inch by inch.
I grasp her hips, desperate to hold her eyes as I sink into her eager little pussy again. “Look at me. Don’t you dare look away when I fuck you.”
Her bottom lip disappears against her teeth.
She’s so much more than I deserve.
So completely bad for me.
Tangled together, we ride through a second intense round of fuckery that ends in fireworks, still clinging to each other when it’s over.
“‘Let’s hit the shower,” I mutter, grabbing her leg.
We’ve become that inseparable. In a matter of weeks, it feels weird to scrub myself down without having her breasts to massage or her little mouth to swallow my come.
We take our usual thirty-minute shower, and when we come out, Destiny is blasting Olivia Rodrigo music from the kitchen so loudly it bleeds through the ceiling. The only good news about that damn clock app is that it’s catapulted some underrated musicians to success.
If only Dess didn’t hijack my speakers and amp up the volume so much they can hear it on the moon.
That’s also when I meet Eliza’s eyes with an awkward realization.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I need you to hide in here until—”
“Dad! Where are you? Should I leave without you? I’m going to be late and Mrs. Werner is a beast.”
Eliza covers her mouth, suppressing a giggle.
“That’s the lady who oversees the summer internships at the aquarium. I need to drive her,” I tell Eliza. “As soon as we’re out of here, I’ll have my driver pick you up. You can go to the lab or go home. Take your time; the car will wait while you get ready.”
She nods.
Before I rush out, I lean down and steal another kiss. “Doubt I’ll see you at the office today—more sourcing shit on the agenda with Troy—but I’ll see you for dinner.” I turn toward the door.
“Cole,” she whispers.
I pivot around, waiting.
With a smile that damn near sparkles, she rises up on her toes and adjusts my tie. I wait, frozen, until she kisses me again.
“It was just a little crooked. Now go.”
Damn, this woman.
I never had a problem before with getting my girl to school on time. Now, I’d rather crawl into a cave of wasps than leave this room.
I head downstairs reluctantly, fumbling with my phone on the way to shut off that music before my eardrums burst.