Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I move toward the large door, as I peer out purposely ignoring the picture on the wall of my mom and Jett kissing.
Nothing. I see nothing. I do hear activity, but it’s downstairs, so I run straight to my room and slam the door.
Since I didn’t sleep here, everything is exactly like I left it. Again, I sigh and step into the bathroom. My phone starts to ring, and I freeze.
“Shit, it’s Brody,” I say, not caring that I’m talking to myself. First things first, I need to pee, then brush my teeth.
I’d love a cup of coffee, and wonder if I can slip downstairs and get one before I try to somehow break it off with Brody and keep him as a friend. I’m just washing my hands when my phone starts up again.
“Screw it, let’s get it over with.” Running, I grab my phone from the dresser. “Hello?” I cringe at how guilty I sound.
“My cock has been hard all morning, thinking about you in my bed.” The deep, gravelly voice makes me puff out air. I try to steady my breathing because I sound like I’m panting. Wait, am I panting?
“I’m up.” And then I close my eyes at what an idiot I am when I hear Jett start to laugh.
“No, baby, I’m up. And uncomfortable as fuck. I’m going into court soon, but I’m sending Iain with some packages for you. I need you to be ready for him to bring you to me at three p.m., Raven.”
I nod, because I can’t breathe.
“Raven, words. Use them.”
“Yes, I can be ready.” My voice sounds breathy, and this time I’m not even trying. My head is spinning, and my body is almost achy with need.
“My name, say it,” he demands, and I can feel the thick, erotic intensity through the wire. I squirm as my sensitive pussy gets wet and slick.
“Yes, Mr. Powers. I’ll be ready for you.” Licking my lips, I bring a hand to my neck and touch my cheeks. They’re burning as if I have a fever.
“Good girl,” he growls, and goose bumps appear on my arms and legs.
“I have a full staff. They are there for anything you want. I pay them a lot of money to make sure I’m happy. And that now includes you.”
My heart skips a beat at his words.
“Thank you.” I bite my lower lip hard. This is crazy. Am I starting to like him? Of course, I like him. He’s gorgeous, experienced, and can make you come so hard you can barely walk.
“Talk to me. I can tell you want to say something.” Great, now add he’s a mind reader?
“I just…” Looking up at the ceiling, I continue, “Do you feel bad that last night happened? You know, since you might be marrying my mom?”
I can almost see him grinning. “No. Your pussy was the tightest I’ve ever had. Any other questions?”
Again, my stomach flips and dips. Not exactly the answer I was expecting, but since I don’t know him that well, I’ll take it.
“Raven, I need to go. If you have something else you want to tell me, now’s your chance.” His meaning is clear: this is it. I need to tell him if I want this to continue or not.
Am I really okay with this? I mean, he’s probably going to be my stepdad. To be honest, this feeling I’m having about him is probably nothing more than a big fuck-you to my mother. So screw it—you only live once. And Mr. Jett Powers has a giant cock, a magical tongue, and muscular, porn-star arms.
“Raven?” His demanding voice makes my nipples instantly harden.
With a deep breath, I take the plunge.
“No. I’m perfect, Mr. Powers,” I respond, straightening my shoulders. Good thing I don’t believe in hell. Clearly, I’m a sinner.
“Good. I’ll see you soon.” The line goes dead, and my legs almost give out.
“Ms. Raven?” My eyes dart to my door.
“Yes?” I call out. If it’s Maria, she cannot come in. She’ll freak if she sees me in his suit jacket.
“Hi, it’s Patty. Mr. Powers wanted me to bring you coffee and some breakfast,” the voice yells through the door. I hesitate. What if Maria is with her? Stop it, you’re being paranoid. If Maria was here, she’d already have come in.
“Just a second.” I look around the room, trying to calm myself. No one knows anything. I’m sure Patty is just thinking Jett is being nice to me because I’m Rachel’s daughter.
“Hi.” I peek out to see a tall woman holding a large tray loaded with food and a silver coffee pot.
“Oh, thank you.” I look down at myself and sigh. Whatever, so she sees me in his suit jacket. When I open the door fully, she smiles at me. If she notices, she doesn’t show it. Just marches in, goes straight to the balcony door, and sets the tray down.