Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
The only room I didn’t go in was Jared’s. By the time I heard the front door open, I’d just started scrubbing the kitchen.
“Allegra!” Jared called.
My heart pounded in my chest as I snapped off the rubber gloves and threw them into the sink. “In here!”
“I left my phone”—his voice traveled with him as he strode into the room—“so I couldn’t call you.”
“I know.” I shoved dishes into the sink because Jared didn’t have a dishwasher. It gave me an excuse not to look at him so he wouldn’t see the turmoil I wasn’t allowed to feel. “Georgie called. Because of what happened I picked up. He asked that you call him back.”
“Okay … what’s going on?”
“Sorcha texted too. I didn’t mean to look. I just thought it was Georgie calling.”
Jared sighed heavily. “Where’s my phone?”
“In the living room.”
“Is there a reason you won’t look at me?”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. He leaned against the kitchen doorframe, frowning at me. All sexy and handsome. He looked unruffled, his clothes in place, his hair untouched. Only a few hours ago, my fingers had been in his hair. But had hers been in his hair today too? The thought made me wrathful.
I turned back to the sink. “Is she okay?”
“Sorcha is shaken up, but she’ll be fine. I left her with her friend.”
Honestly, what I said next I was fully intending not to say. But it was like someone else possessed me as I whirled on him. “Have you still been fucking her this whole time?”
Jared’s eyebrows rose as his jaw clenched with anger. He pushed off the doorjamb and took a step closer. “Excuse me?”
I flushed with embarrassment and scrambled to sound cooler and unaffected now that I’d blurted out my fear. “It’s just—it looks kind of bad. We agreed to two months fidelity to sell the lie.”
“Aye.” His voice was gruff as his eyes hardened. “We did. Are you telling me you think I broke my promise?”
Perhaps I should have been more careful, considering he was clearly angered by my questioning, but I pushed, “I just think it’s odd that of all the people your supposed ex could call, she called you to come running to her rescue.”
“We’re friends,” he bit out.
Friends. Right. Something like crushing disappointment cut through my hurt. Why would I think Jared was any different from any other man? Of course he couldn’t keep it in his pants. “Look, you’re a grown-ass adult, you can do what you want. But while we’re in this together”—I gestured between us—“a heads-up would be nice, that’s all.”
“A heads-up?”
“That you’re fucking other women!” I spat it out with the hurt and fury I felt, and immediately cursed myself for the lack of control.
Jared froze, his expression blanking. “Fucking other women?” he asked so calmly, I probably should have heeded it as a warning.
I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest as if I didn’t care either way.
“Fucking other women!” he yelled suddenly and I startled, my arms dropping to my sides as Jared glowered at me. “When would I be fucking other women, Allegra? We had an agreement.” He took a step toward me. “No fucking anyone for two months, right? So no, I didn’t fuck Sorcha. I haven’t fucked her since we made our deal! I haven’t wanted to fuck her or any woman since we married because all I can think about is how much I want to fuck my wife!”
I sucked in a breath at his angry confession, my chest heaving, mirroring his own sudden breathlessness.
My skin flushed hot at the dark, hungry look he threw my way. No one had ever stared at me with such abject longing and desire.
I whispered his name.
His nostrils flared. “Fuck it,” he snarled as he charged me. He hauled me against his body as his lips crashed down over mine.
Gasping in shock, already aroused by our anger, I returned his hungry, biting kiss. I moaned into Jared’s mouth, licking at his tongue. One hand squeezed my hip, while his other tightened around my nape as he groaned with a need that rumbled down my throat and hardened my nipples. Then we were moving until the kitchen table hit my ass.
He kissed me so hard, so deep, I was panting for breath by the time he released me. The expression on his face wasn’t soft or tender. Every feature was taut with need and he looked almost menacing with it. My clit throbbed in reaction as he grabbed the hem of my tank and yanked it up and over my head. Then my bra was unclipped and off, thrown over his shoulder. Jared’s green eyes turned molten as he took my breasts in his big, calloused palms and caressed me.
“Jared,” I moaned, arching into his touch.
He released me but only to lift me with ease onto the kitchen table.