Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Braxton opened his eyes, and then reached for her. “You had a busy day.”
“Do I get to know about your day?” she asked.
Before she could ask any more questions, he’d pulled her onto his lap and got her to straddle him. She was surprised to feel the hard ridge of his cock between her thighs. He reached between them, lifted her up, and then brought her back down over his length. She gripped his shoulders tightly, attempting to hold on, and moaned his name as he pushed all the way inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said.
He let go of his length, grabbed her hips, and then seated her to the hilt on his length. She couldn’t help but moan at the feel of him balls-deep inside her. He was so long and thick, and filled her to the brim.
Braxton leaned back, and then he groaned. “This is so much better. My day was boring until I decided to follow this cute little brunette home. She didn’t put up much of a fight, and I knew as I helped her into her apartment, my dick was going to be balls-deep inside her by the end of the night.”
She moaned, flinging her head back, and she tried to contain her excitement but it was impossible.
“And did you?” she asked.
“Yeah, and now she’s going to scream my name as I make her come.”
****
Braxton glanced across the bed.
He should have already left. He had every intention of leaving. Fucking her and then leaving had been the plan, but then he’d kissed her neck. One thing after another, and he was in the bath with her. Then she asked him his name. He wasn’t going to tell her, but in the next second, he had.
Jade was messing with his freaking mind.
Then, he fucked her in the bathtub as well. Carried her to the bedroom, made love to her a third time. He intended that to be the last time. He convinced himself to let her fall asleep, and then he would leave.
He’d slept.
Glancing over at the time, he saw it was a little after six.
Braxton never slept. A childhood, controlled by fear of what would happen next, had stopped him from enjoying sleep. He only slept a couple of hours at a time. There were moments he was sure he slept with one eye open.
Glancing over at Jade, he saw her curled up against him. Her hair was fanned out behind her, her palm lay flat on the bed. She looked so calm and peaceful. He didn’t want to destroy her peace.
Leave.
This was his chance to leave.
Moving the blankets off his body, he climbed out of the bed without making a sound. He went to the bathroom, took a leak, washed his hands, and found a spare toothbrush. Again, he was wasting precious time. He needed to leave. Having attachments was never good. It made people weak, especially people like him.
Checking the time, he saw it was fifteen minutes past six. He had already stayed too long.
Picking up his pants and top, he pulled them on, and then made his way to the kitchen. He stopped. Coffee. That would be something for her to wake up to. She needed it. He wasn’t going to leave a note.
With the coffeepot set up, he was about to leave the kitchen, but then he thought about her eating breakfast. He hadn’t fed her last night. They had fucked, and now he didn’t like the thought of her waking up starving, and not having a good breakfast.
He went to her fridge, had a quick rummage inside, and found what he was looking for: bacon and eggs. The breakfast of champions—at least it would be. He would get everything set up for her and then leave. Braxton found a frying pan, and before long he was making bacon and eggs, the scent of them making his own mouth water.
You’re doing everything fucking wrong.
You should leave and not come back.
It was morning. He never stuck around to see anyone in the morning.
“You’re making breakfast.”
His chance to leave was gone.
He turned to see Jade smiling at him. She looked a little sleepy. There were some darker patches of hair around her face, letting him know she had already been to the bathroom, and splashed her face with water.
“Sit,” he said.
“You know you don’t have to do that.”
As if to betray her, her stomach began to growl. She let out a moan.
“Shut up complaining.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you’re rude?”
She pulled out her chair and took a seat at the table.
He left the bacon and eggs to pour her a mug of coffee. “Cream, sugar?”
“A little milk, that’s all I need,” she said.
He poured her a drink and handed it to her.
The breakfast was ready, so he put it in front of her. He also put the bread and butter on the table. Braxton had cooked enough for himself as well. Going against his own promises, he joined her, sitting opposite.