Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
She doesn’t answer, just tightens her thighs around my hand and doesn’t stop squirming. I can’t take it anymore either, so I unbuckle my pants and let it pool around my calves.
With her panties hooked to the side, I fist my cock and slide into her wet, tight hole, grunting and grinding my teeth, my nerve endings exploding.
When I’m all in, I hunch behind her and reach around to lightly rub circles on her hard nub. My hips ram forward while I continue touching and stroking her clit. The bar’s noise is nothing more than a muffled sound.
Blood roars in my ears, sweat sliding down my forehead and the sides of my face.
Tess pushes her ass to me and rides my cock as best she can given the position of our bodies. Her orgasm uncoils with blinding, mind-blowing force. I don’t stop stroking her button until her trembling ebbs, and only until then do I ride the wave, pistoning my hips and pumping every drop of my seed inside her.
I’m a fucking goner for this girl.
I kiss her temple, tasting her sweat. “You know, Tess. We should talk in your office more often.”
She laughs and smacks my forearm. “I might summon you once in a while if you’re up for it.”
This desk is about to become our second bed.
6
TESS
Theo is bringing me to the Tate’s for Sunday lunch, and I’m freaking out.
Viktor is pretty cool, and Theo keeps telling me his foster parents are nice. But I still can’t stop myself from feeling anxious.
What if they don’t like the way I dress or the way I talk? What if I say the wrong thing or worse, laugh at something that’s not supposed to be funny? What if they just hate me on sight? Or what if they want someone else for him?
As it turns out, all my worries are for nothing because Mr. and Mrs. Tate—who ask me to call them Bernie and Deb—quickly become two of my most favorite people in the world from the moment I met them.
Bernie is just a few inches taller than me. His silver hair is slicked back, blue eyes warm and welcoming. Deb is the woman I want to be when I’m older. She moves gracefully and delicately—whether she’s stirring a spoon in the pot or sliding into her seat at the dining table. She has an easy smile, and I can see two dimples peek in her cheeks.
Lunch is absolutely delicious. I’m so full but I don’t want to stop eating yet. I haven’t eaten home-cooked meals in a long, long time. But of course, Deb whips out a burnt basque cheesecake that immediately has my mouth watering. Next time I visit them, I’m wearing sweatpants.
I’m happily helping myself to a slice when Deb grins at Theo. “I never expected Theo to bring a girl home before Viktor.”
I swallow the bite and scrunch my forehead. “Why?”
“I used to tell him not everyone digs that whole mysterious, brooding look.”
“It kinda worked?”
Viktor snorts. “Obviously. I meant to deduct the broken desk from your salary, Theo.”
“Broken desk?” Bernie asks, stealing the remaining slice from Deb’s plate.
Theo rolls his eyes. “He’s being dramatic. One leg broke off.”
Viktor points the fork at him. “Broken. That’s why I said it’s broken.”
Deb’s eyebrows knit together, and she drags her gaze from Theo to Viktor. “Why? What happened?”
“An enthusiastic meeting, maybe?” Viktor throws a knowing look at Theo, who responds with a murderous gaze.
I almost choke on the cheesecake. My cheeks feel like it’s on fire, and I want to crawl under the table and stay there until the end of time. All this time, I thought we were being discreet. Guess not.
It’s graduation day and the Tates are here—Bernie in his black and white polo shirt and gray dress pants, Deb in her light yellow wraparound dress, and Viktor in his dark purple suit.
I try to ignore the nagging hollowness in my chest, but I can’t. Everyone’s family is here, cheering for them, supporting them, loving them. I know Dad and my siblings won’t show up, but it still hurts to think they never really bother at all when it comes to me. Apparently, I’m expendable.
Choking back the tears because they don’t deserve it, I turn to see Theo walking toward me. Even in black toga, he’s so freaking hot and gorgeous. Gone is the grumpy Theo because he’s now grinning at me and, in turn, making me feel all sorts of fuzzy feelings.
“Family picture!” Viktor yells and hands his phone to a poor passerby who can’t refuse.
Theo wraps an arm around me and pulls me to his side while Bernie stands beside me. Deb clutches Theo’s other arm while Viktor leans toward his mother.
“1, 2, 3 … Smile!”
I’m still laughing at the way the impromptu photographer listens as Viktor gives him “tips” on how to take group photos when I feel Theo’s hand on my shoulder. I wheel around, but the smile freezes on my face when I find him going down on one knee, opening a small black velvet box with a diamond ring inside.