Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“What time is it?” My voice trails off as my heart skips a beat. Somehow, Brett Powers is still in bed with me, shirtless and propped up with pillows behind his back, typing on his laptop in gray sweatpants and black-rimmed glasses.
Glasses.
Just kill me now because he’s so beautiful it almost hurts to breathe.
“Early.” He smiles and brings the mug of coffee to his lips, his dimple showing off before he takes a sip.
And I just stare like a creeper, not even sure I’m blinking since my eyes are watering.
I’m in over my head. Like I’m playing with fire, and I can only hope I get slightly burned and not completely singed when he deems this encounter is over.
Clearing my throat, I force my eyes to break away, to stop what I can only imagine looks like obvious adoration, and sit up, bringing the sheet with me. I look out the window at the waves gently rolling in.
“Your coffee is on your side.”
My eyes dart back to him, and I wonder how he got so lucky. He’s perfect. I can’t think of one thing I don’t like about him.
“What?”
He grins again and motions with his head. “Coffee.”
“Oh.” And here goes my face heating up as I straighten more. “Thank you.” God, Alex, can you at least try to act like you have a brain?
“You ready to learn to surf?”
“Sure.” I reach for my matching mug of coffee on the nightstand. Glancing out his window, I find the sun isn’t fully out yet.
“Wait. Now?” I try not to spill the coffee as I look at him.
“Alex, if I stay in bed any longer, I’m gonna fuck you, and after last night, your cunt needs a break.”
My cheeks grow warmer. He’s so dirty, just full-on filthy, that I instantly feel achy and wet. But he’s right. I’m so sore, like not just my poor vagina, which has its own pulse, but my legs and arms. Having sex with Dean Powers is a serious workout.
Nodding, I take a sip of coffee and try to cover up my emotions because I feel so raw, like none of this feels casual.
“Alex?” He reaches for the mug, which I’m gripping like it has a magical potion inside. “What’s going on?”
Worried I’ll spill coffee all over his white sheets, I let him have the mug.
“It’s nothing…” I look away because… those glasses… great, now I feel shy.
“Look at me.”
I hear him set down the mug, then he pulls me against his warm body, and I bury my face in his neck.
“I can’t,” I mumble, inhaling his scent, needing to memorize it. Lock it inside my brain so I can carry it with me forever. This is ridiculous. I’m literally hiding my head in his neck.
“What is it?” He laughs, and I take another deep breath. He smells so clean and fresh, like an ocean breeze next to a spice market.
“I… didn’t know you wore glasses,” I babble. Really, Alex? Glasses? That’s what you say?
“I need them when I work. Otherwise, I get eye fatigue.” He kisses my forehead.
Shifting, I stare at the erection straining against his sweats as he stands.
“Alex, focus.” His voice makes me force myself to leave his cock and look him in the eyes. “Bathing suit.” He tosses it next to me as my mind instantly goes to that day. I want to cover my face with the sheet because what was I thinking? I don’t steal or cheat, but I did. And what’s worse, I loved it, and somehow, Brett knew that.
“And here’s your wetsuit.”
I blink, coming back to the present as he pulls off his sweats. Jesus, he really does have a giant dick. No wonder my pussy is pulsing. He grins because he knows it and pulls on some black board shorts.
“Up, Alex. I’ll fuck you later.”
And those are the magic words. I’m ready to start singing I’m so happy.
“Give me five minutes,” I say, tossing the sheets off me as all thoughts of singing vanish when I try to walk straight. My legs are shaking so much I almost scream.
His lips twitch as I pass. “You need help.” Then he throws back his head to laugh as I give him the stink-eye.
“The ocean will be good for you,” he calls out as I shut the bathroom door and sink down onto his toilet seat.
“How am I going to surf?” I can barely pull on the bikini bottoms. I need to stretch. Maybe take a quick shower?
“Baby Girl.” His voice goes straight to my stomach, causing butterflies. Everything about Brett is hot, but his voice calling me Baby Girl? Well, I’m back to wanting to burst out in song again.
“Careful, Alex.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I blow out air. “Guard your heart.” I nod, then tie the top because this is a critical time right now. I cannot fall for this man. He’s my dean. And he’s not going to give up his career for you, and you’re not gonna drop out of college… so enjoy the sex, the excitement of everything that he is, but do not fall in love with him. Straightening my shoulders, I give my reflection one last look, like that’s gonna make a difference, but at least I feel more in control when I open the door.