Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Money aside, fucking Emerson wouldn’t have a damn thing to do with my mama, wouldn’t be about trying to fit that mask into place that I had to wear every day of my manufactured life, the one that was decided before I was even born.
This would be mine, and shit, did I want that.
But I was also a little uneasy that this was real.
“Why?” I crossed my arms.
“Because I’m attracted to you and I miss sex.”
“Yeah, but I’d fuck you for free. You don’t seem like the kinda guy who’s gotta pay for it.”
He nodded. “You’re right, I never have, but this is different. This is a business transaction that benefits us both. I want to be able to have you when I’m in the mood, and I need to make sure the lines are clearly drawn about what this is. I can’t have feelings involved.”
“And what? You think I’m just a small-town boy who can’t use his dick without getting his heart involved? That I’m gonna fall for you?” I was just a small-town boy, and I was likely too intrigued by this man for my own good, but I didn’t like him thinking I didn’t understand the difference between sex and love.
“I didn’t say that. It’s just a precaution for both of us. You use a seat belt to be safe. This is our seat belt.”
What he was saying made sense, and honestly, it wasn’t as if I was gonna say no. I was too attracted to him, craved him too much. I sat in the chair across from Emerson again. “How often?”
“I was thinking weekends. Friday evening through Sunday, but I don’t know your work schedule.”
I couldn’t lie. My cock was already plumping up at just the thought of being with him. “All weekend, every weekend? You sure must want me a lot.” I tried to sound more confident than I felt, tried to be the Sam who made people smile and who liked to joke around, so that Emerson wouldn’t see the nerves twisting up my belly.
“I should get my money’s worth, no? And you should get all the sex out of it you can.”
Damned if he didn’t have a point. “My mail route is Monday through Friday. I only got one more weekend delivering takeout, so that would work.” My thoughts went back to my responsibilities. The pressure of my mom’s body against mine as I helped her into the house suddenly weighed down on me, that sinking feeling I got when the phone rang at night or I took one look at her and could see in her face that she’d been drinking. “What if I can’t make it one time? Or somethin’ comes up and I have to leave?”
“Then you’ll call and tell me you won’t be here, or you’ll leave if you already are. I’m not that much of an asshole.”
But he did think he was one? Just not one that big? “So let me get this straight: you want me to spend day and night here. In your bed, bein’ at your beck and call for orgasms? And you’re gonna give me money to do this?”
“Yes, except you won’t be sleeping in my bed. And we’re not boyfriends. But I’d like you close so if I want you, I can have you. I’ll still always ask for your consent. If I come to you and you’re not in the mood, you’re allowed to say no.”
I cocked a brow. “You’re the most lenient boss I ever had. None of them let me tell ’em no.”
“None of them wanted possession of your body.”
I wasn’t proud of it, but tingles zipped down my spine hearing him say that. “Only for the weekend?”
“Only for the weekend,” Emerson confirmed.
Neither of us spoke for a moment, just sat there watching each other. He had secrets, and damned if I didn’t want to know what they were, if I didn’t want to poke around inside him and figure out who Emerson was, why he was here and why he felt he had to resort to this. It made sense for me but not for him. “Yep. I’ll do it.”
“You haven’t even asked how much I’ll give you.”
“Don’t think it matters much. I already told you I’d fuck you for free.”
He shook his head. It almost looked like he was trying to bite back a smile. “You’re a terrible businessman. Maybe I should give you lessons in that.”
“That what you’re thinkin’ this is? Sex lessons? I might not be as worldly as you, but I know my way around a man’s body. I haven’t had no complaints.” I was proud of myself, at keeping it together and not jumping on the table with my arms in the air to celebrate. “We can talk money, but we should talk sex too, don’tcha think? This one of those kinky things where you’re gonna want to spank me and ask me to call you Daddy? I’m not sayin’ no, but that’s somethin’ I don’t have experience with.”