Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Whatever you want,” I say, looking into his eyes.
And he takes me. Rough, without hesitation. This is what he’s been wanting this whole time and it’s heaven and it’s too much. He pulls my hair and I keep going, my pussy sliding along his shaft over and over again until he grips my hips and spanks me, spanks me as he fucks me, and that throws me over the edge. I come, and as I come, I feel him stiffen and fill me, his own orgasm spurting deep between my legs, and together we tumble into bliss.
I collapse onto the sheets and he wraps his arms around me. We’re panting and buzzing on endorphins.
“So that’s what everyone’s been talking about,” I say, flushed, sweating, exhausted—and happy, so fucking happy.
He laughs and gently kisses my neck. “I’m glad you’re not disappointed.”
“Disappointed? Are you kidding me? I want to do it again.”
“Easy, girl,” he says, biting my lip, then his eyebrows raise. “Or maybe not.”
I look down and sure enough—his cock is still mostly hard, and it’s not going away.
“Isn’t that supposed to—you know, get soft after?”
“Sometimes,” he concedes. “But sometimes it doesn’t.”
“And what does that mean?”
“It means—” He wraps a hand around my throat and kisses me. “You’re going to get your wish sooner than you expected.”
I moan as he kisses me and I know he’s going to take his time and drive me wild.
Chapter 19
Kellen
“I come in peace and bearing news.” Cormac stands outside of my bedroom door in a white suit with a white fedora on his head and a big white grin on his pasty damn face. I’m wearing a pair of gym shorts and no shirt, and behind me, back in the bedroom, Tara’s still sleeping off our night of pure carnal bliss.
The best night of my life to this point, and I tried to think of a time that was better, but I truly can’t. It’s not even the sex—which was incredible—but the intimacy. I’ve never felt like this with a woman before in my life, and it’s almost hard to process.
But I have to focus right now, because Cormac looks like he’s going to grin his stupid face to pieces, which can’t be good for me.
“What do you want, Cormac? It’s early.”
“Hugh sent me to set a meeting with you.”
“Did you finally see some sense in what I said?”
“Something like that.” He grins at me and tips his hat. “Come down to the breakfast room in an hour. We’ll talk there.”
“Somewhere public with all the staff around?”
“Exactly. No bullshit, no funny business. Just a talk.”
“Tell Hugh I’ll be there. No violence.”
“No violence.” He winks, tips his cap again, and walks off whistling. I watch him go before turning into the room.
Tara’s standing in the hallway, watching me.
She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. Her hair’s messy and her lips are pink and swollen still. Black bags hang under her eyes from a lack of sleep—I was unrelenting the night before. We passed out only a few hours ago in a heap of tangled bodies and drenched in sweat and still stinking of sex. It was heaven.
“What was that about?” She chews on her thumbnail, frowning at me.
“Cormac. He wants me to meet with Hugh.”
“Is that good news or bad?”
“I’m not sure yet.” I walk toward her, head tilted, a strange simmering desire rolling around my veins. “I have an hour though.”
“Easy, boy.” She’s grinning at me and backing away.
“I don’t think so.” I lunge forward and she yelps, laughing, and tries to escape. I chase her into the bedroom and catch her, pulling her against me, and pinning her down against the bed. She gasps and tries to struggle, but it’s all part of the game. I hold her there, dominating and controlling, and bite her shoulder. She gasps, twists, gets out of my grip and scrambles aside.
I’m on her. I catch her leg, wrench her back, and she’s laughing as I yank her shirt up and kiss her hips and breasts. She’s trying to shove me away but I’m not about to waste this time. I drag her closer, spin her around, and pin her down before slapping her ass hard. She gasps, grinning over her shoulder.
“You prick, you couldn’t just let me sleep some more, could you?”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
I kiss her, chew on her lip, and palm her hair. God, she fits me, her body like an extension of my own. Her soft breasts and warm hips and long, smooth legs. She’s so gorgeous it drives me absolutely insane, and I don’t know how I can keep my hands off her for more than a few minutes.
Not with lust ringing through my veins whenever I see her now.
“Last night was—” She pauses, frowning a bit, and twists onto her back. I let her stay there, slowly raising her hands above her head. I kiss her breasts and roll my tongue around her stiff nipples. “Last night was good.”