Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
His hand shifts to splay at the small of my back, tugging me closer as I straddle his lap. “I fucking need you,” he whispers against my lips.
I need him too. Like my life depends on it. How does one become so needy for another person? I’ve never felt this urge to let him consume me ever before.
And consumes me he does. His hands are everywhere, pulling, tugging, removing my clothing as his tongue surges into my mouth. We fall and rise together, our bodies melding together to become one.
At one point we’re both naked, lying together on the couch as he slowly enters me. His dick is large and pushes deep, filling me up completely. It’s a sensation I welcome now. I have so many emotions bursting through me. He keeps pumping his dick inside me.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers close to my ear, his hand smoothing over my hair. “Such a good girl.”
His words cause a warmth to spread through me. I’m his good girl, and he’s my naughty hero. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he continues screwing me into the cushion of the sofa.
Stars line my vision as my body builds toward the orgasm looming just out of reach. Orion presses the heel of his palm against my clit, and it causes me to go off like a rocketship, shooting straight into the sky. “Oh god,” I call out as he grips tighter onto me.
“That’s it. Come all over me, Briar.” He keeps pumping, pushing, thrusting into me as his body tenses slightly before he’s coming right along with me. He groans as he pushes one last time deep inside me. “Fuck, you’re everything,” he whispers before we both collapse together.
I’m in love. It’s official. I love Orion, and there’s not a dang thing I can do to make the feeling go away. Believe me, I’ve tried. Okay, maybe I haven’t tried all too hard, but trust me… I know this is wrong.
I know Orion feels something for me, but I can see the war he’s having with himself about sleeping with one of his clients.
We lay in bed together, the night fading into sunlight.
I’m wrapped in his strong arms as I lay my head on his chest. “Will you get fired?” I ask him.
His fingers stop drawing lazy circles on my skin. “What?”
“Fired? For sleeping with me?”
He continues tracing my skin with his fingertips. “No, I won’t get fired, but this does complicate things.”
I feel horrible. “I don’t mean to complicate anything.”
He holds me firmer in his grip. “You haven’t complicated anything. It’s my fault, but when this job is over I’m going to march into Dean’s office and tell him how I feel about you.”
My chest floods with warmth. “And how do you feel about me?” I whisper-ask, not really sure if I’m ready for his answer. What if he says it’s just a fling, nothing more than a few nights of bliss? I hold my breath while waiting for him to answer.
He sits up, repositioning me so he can gaze into my eyes. “I care about you, Briar. You’ve completely taken over every part of my life, and I can’t imagine you not being in it day in and day out.”
“I can’t imagine you not in my life either.” I snuggle in closer as he runs his fingers up and down my back.
I’m thinking about everything that’s changed in my life over the past few days. Since I met Orion. How I never want to go back to ‘normal’ ever again.
Chapter 20
Orion
I fan the deck of cards between my fingers, concentrating on the fluid sweep of each card as I shuffle. The repetitive motion steadies me, gives me a moment to breathe. Sometimes I find myself doing these tricks without even thinking, like second nature. I still remember the first time I mastered a double lift—I was fourteen, holed up in my room for hours, obsessed with getting it perfect. That same thrill still zings through me now, years later.
Just as I’m about to practice a new flourish, I notice Briar stepping into the living room, her hair loosely pinned back and a curious smile on her face. I pause, cards poised in mid-shuffle.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she says, settling on the sofa. Her eyes sparkle with interest. “I’m just here for the show.”
I grin, straightening. “You want a show, huh?” With an exaggerated bow, I start running through a few quick moves—riffles and cuts, the deck dancing from one hand to the other. Her laughter encourages me, and I feel my chest warm at the sight of her so relaxed. We both need a bit of levity, I remind myself. All this fear and tension can’t be the only thing between us.
“Let’s see a real trick,” she challenges, folding her legs beneath her. “Not just fancy shuffling.”