Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“You’re gonna kill me, buttercup,” he choked out, his voice thick with sleep. “But oh well, we all have to go sometime.”
I grinned against his skin.
We fell back to sleep as a small sliver of sunlight showed itself at the edge of the blackout curtains and didn’t wake up again until my stomach was growling with hunger and I’d missed the beginning of my conference.
CHAPTER 7
Carson
I slipped out of bed and pulled on my clothes. I watched Grace as I zipped and buttoned my jeans. She was asleep on her stomach, the sheet just barely covering her ass, her hair a mass of blond waves, going in every direction. She looked like a goddess. I had been inside her twice last night and this morning, and had three orgasms, and yet I still wanted to roll her over and sink inside her again. I couldn’t get enough. The thought worried me a little because it was unfamiliar. I was usually halfway out the door before the woman even realized I was leaving. Not that I wasn’t up front about what my hookups were about, and the women I chose were ones who indicated to me that that was fine by them. Whether they were lying or not wasn’t really my concern. Not that I could have a normal relationship anyway—even if I wanted one. Girls who weren’t in the business tended to have a big problem dating a guy who made porn films. I didn’t blame them. And no way I could date a woman in the business. I knew better than anyone that sex on set was just work. But to potentially develop feelings for a woman who fucked other dudes? No, thanks. So if I wasn’t working, I stayed away from the whole crowd.
But here was this beautiful woman lying in my bed, tangled in the sheets that we had just fucked in—again and again—and I practically wanted to tie her down so that she didn’t leave. Only, she would leave—Monday morning. And I’d be wise to get my fill of her and not forget that I’d be sending her on her way—just after a little more time than the others. In the end, I guess it was all the same.
So why didn’t it feel the same? Why did the thought depress me so damn much? Why did it feel like this weekend was already going far too fast? I shrugged it off as best as I could. Whether I liked it or not, it was reality that my time with Grace was limited.
I made my way to the restaurant downstairs and ordered two coffees and a couple pastries to go. I jumped back on the elevator and headed back to my room to feed my sleeping goddess who for now anyway, was waiting for me. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. I could have ordered room service, but I didn’t want anyone wheeling a cart into the room and seeing Grace naked, wrapped in a sheet. My smile faltered. It was an interesting thought considering I’d never had much of a problem with modesty. Or rather, lack thereof. I just… I knew Grace would and so I’d saved her the possible embarrassment. Yes, that was it.
I opened the room door, balancing the coffees in one hand and the bag of pastries in the other, making sure the “do not disturb” sign was still on the door handle.
I closed the door quietly and set the food on the desk. Grace was in the exact same position she had been in when I left which caused me to smile as I walked over to the bed and moved her hair aside. I leaned in close and whispered, “Hey, sleeping buttercup.”
She wriggled and opened one eye as she gave me a sleepy smile. “Hey yourself,” she said, sitting up and bringing the sheet up over her breasts. She glanced at the clock and looked back at me, startled. “Oh God. I missed the beginning of my conference.”
“Yeah, I guess we didn’t really talk about that, did we? You gonna be in trouble?”
She shook her head, but her eyes drifted to the side. “It wasn’t mandatory or anything. No one will know whether I was there or not. I’ve just never blown something off…” She paused for a minute, seeming to perk up. “You know what? It’s okay. But there is one presentation that I want to go to tomorrow afternoon, the one I really came for, but I’m okay skipping the rest.” She looked almost surprised before she turned her face to me and gave me a bigger smile. “Is that coffee I smell?”
“Yup.” I grabbed her cup and brought it to her. “Pastries too if you want one?”
“I’d love one. That was nice of you to get me food.”