Super Cocky – Super in Love Read Online Jamie Knight

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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
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It was too hot, too good, and I had simply wanted it for too long.

“Jesus, Brady,” I panted. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—”

And then it was happening. Hard and fast and with an intensity that made my vision blur for a moment as my orgasm rushed through me.

I gasped, resting my head against the wall behind me, finally able to close my eyes.

I opened my eyes again to see Brady still on his knees in front of me, face contorted in ecstasy as his own orgasm overtook him, spilling out over his fist as his entire body shuddered.

It was a beautiful sight to see, a fantasy come to life, and I could barely believe that I’d been lucky enough to actually experience it. It would’ve been easier to convince myself that it had all just been a dream. A wonderful, amazing, hot-as-hell dream that I never, ever wanted to wake up from.

But when Brady opened his eyes and smiled, finally getting to his feet and pressing his hard body against me again, it made me realize all over again that I wasn’t dreaming. It wasn’t just some unbelievable fantasy.

That had really happened. We had really gone on a date. Brady had really looked at me with all of that heat and lust and need.

And even though I didn’t quite know how to process all of that information, and sure as hell didn’t know what it meant for the two of us going forward, for the moment it was just enough to know that it was real. That it had actually happened.

That for once, one of my dreams really had come true.

Chapter Thirty-One - Brady

I watched and waved as Joanne pulled out of the parking lot.

I’d had to resist the temptation to ask—or even to beg—her to stay after work, to go upstairs to my apartment, or even just to sit in the office for five more minutes and bullshit about the day.

But I’d been able to see how tired she was, and if I was being honest, I was feeling the effects of burning the candle at both ends as well.

And to be fair, it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen Joanne—all of her—lately.

In the forty-eight hours since our first date, we’d barely even been apart. With the Anderson-Beachman’s Wedding Day only two weeks away and the thrill of a budding romance, the two of us had been nearly inseparable, only taking a few hours out of each day to eat and sleep.

I smiled to myself and shook my head. A month ago, the thought of spending twelve-hour days at my dad’s flower shop, then going upstairs to sleep in my dad’s old apartment—in his old room, even—would have been unthinkable. It just wouldn’t have happened.

But now? With Joanne in my life?

It had changed everything. Or, at least, it had changed the way I felt about everything.

Now, I woke up every day looking forward to going downstairs and being near her. Working with her, talking to her… whatever. It didn’t matter what we were doing, as long as we were doing it together.

And it was becoming more and more difficult for me to remember that this wasn’t the plan, that it was all just supposed to be temporary, until I could finally sell the shop and get caught up on the mountain of debt my dad had left me.

That was something I wasn’t ready to think about, though.

Not yet.

Not when I could put off thinking about unpleasant stuff like that in favor of spending time with Joanne. Not when the memory of her bright eyes and wide smile was still fresh enough to drown out every other thought or care I might have.

Besides, I didn’t need to think about anything to do with selling the business until after The Anderson-Beachman’s Wedding Day. That had already been settled. Bringing it up before then would be foolish, when Jo and I were enjoying each other’s company so much. It would add unnecessary stress to what was—so far, at least—a situation that was as close to perfect as I had ever experienced.

The thought of leaving all of that—leaving Joanne—behind completely while I moved on to do… whatever I was going to do when I left Castle Falls?

No.

Nope.

Not ready to cross that bridge.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I smiled the instant I fished it out and had seen the screen.

Just getting home from work. Was nice spending the day with you.

Already? I looked around. How long had I been standing outside in the parking lot? Had anyone noticed that I’d just been staring blankly into the passing traffic, too wrapped up in my own thoughts to pay attention to the world as it passed me by?

Probably not. Not that it mattered, because I was still smiling, still thinking about Joanne as I typed out a quick reply.


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