Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
It’s such a gross understatement that I can’t help but chuckle.
She has no idea that she holds so much in her hands. Not only my pleasure but the promise of my future.
I have no fucking clue how to tell her that I’m falling for her.
“Rook?” she calls out again, but fear taints her voice. “Are you there? Is everything all right?”
“I’m here!” I push to stand. “I’m on my way.”
“Hurry,” she lures me with a small laugh. “I can’t wait to see you covered in bubbles.”
Pressing both hands to the center of my chest, I take a deep breath and go to the woman I’ll never possibly get enough of.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Carrie
“I’ll bring Kirby by the lab on Wednesday afternoon,” Rook says, looking up from the screen of his phone. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”
I nod silently. I’m too struck by how ridiculously sexy he looks right now. The end of his tie is hanging out of one of the pockets of his suit jacket. His vest is almost completely buttoned back up, but his shirt isn’t. With the three open buttons beginning at the collar, a sliver of his chest is visible under it.
Not to mention that his hair is mussed.
I’ve never understood what freshly fucked meant until right now.
“You’re staring at me,” he accuses.
I nod again, but words accompany it this time. “You’re really handsome.”
A low laugh flows easily from him. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I’m not talking just handsome, “ I rattle on, my inhibition fueled by the great sex and two glasses of champagne I had with our room service dinner. “You’re the best-looking man I’ve ever met.”
His brow furrows before that’s chased away by the broad smile that lights up his entire face. “We’re even then. You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I know I look a mess at the moment. The steam from the bath reinvigorated the natural curl in my hair. The mascara I applied earlier got lost in the tub water when I washed my face after Rook came again. This time, I used my hand to get him off, and when he was close, I demanded he stand so he could shoot his release on my tongue.
He did, but I wanted more, so I tilted my chin up, and he shot a thick white rope of cum on my cheek while he grunted my name.
“I want another night with you,” he states gruffly. “You suggested one more last time, but…”
“I want that, too,” I interrupt, not caring that I sound eager. “Maybe two more?”
Relief floods his expression. “Yes. Good. Two more nights.”
I want to tack a million onto the front of that number, but he hasn’t given me any sign that he’s interested in more than two more encounters with me and the lab visit with his daughter.
His phone chimes, luring his gaze back down to it. “Fuck.”
If Telford or Abby had that reaction to something on their phones, I’d be craning my neck to try and peek at it, but this man is a dad and an attorney. Besides, we’re temporary lovers. Our bond doesn’t reach beyond that.
“I’m trying to sign a new client.” He glances at me. “The guy isn’t giving me an inch here. He wants to meet up for a drink.”
Since we are both already dressed in anticipation of leaving, I nod. “Like I said a few minutes ago, I should get back to Cindy.”
That was my excuse to leave because I felt overwhelmed after he carried me from the bathroom and laid me on the bed before he ate my pussy with such tenderness that tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I came.
“I was planning on taking you back there.” He smiles.
“I can make it on my own,” I say softly. “Go meet your client.”
“Potential client,” he corrects me.
“Tell him that Carrie Gilbert says you’re the best lawyer in the country.”
His soft laugh sends my heart soaring. It’s such a beautiful sound. It warms me from the inside out. “What would your sister say about that?”
I slap a hand over my mouth and fake being shocked. “Promise you won’t tell her.”
We stare at each other for what feels like endless moments. We made an agreement before we slept together for the first time that our relationship would remain a secret. Neither of us has broached the subject since.
He cups a hand around my neck before he kisses me softly. “I won’t tell Abigail a thing about us.”
I welcome in the confirmation, but a part of me wishes he would tell her something. Maybe something about never intending to fall hard for me, but despite his best intentions, he couldn’t resist me.
“I’ll walk you down?” he offers.
I glance back at the bed and the rumpled sheets. It’s evidence of every orgasm I had tonight and hopefully of a few more during the next two times I visit this hotel suite.