Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Damn, baby,” he grunted. “I need more of you. Ride my face.”
I straddled his face with my thighs. Will jerked his cock as he licked my pussy. My thighs trembled, forcing me to grip a couch cushion for support. I rocked my hips, needing to feel him everywhere.
After I hit the peak of my climax, he moved me down his chest until his cock rubbed against my pussy. My body ached for more. I wanted to feel him inside me, moving with me.
I palmed his chest, using his body for support as I lowered myself onto his cock. “Pull out,” I told him as our bodies moved as one.
I knew he was clean. We’d had sex before without condoms, and he got tested regularly. He once told me I was the only woman he’d ever fucked with a condom. So I trusted him.
I rode him hard and fast, and after I came, he took control. Will flipped me onto my back and fucked me so hard I saw stars. Holy shit, it felt better than anything in this world. Being with Will was like an experience.
“I’m gonna come on your tits.”
“Okay,” I moaned.
“Not yet. Just warning you.”
I wrapped my legs around his back, and he lifted one of them over his shoulder, driving into me. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, giving me a quick kiss before he sucked my lip into his mouth. I could never say no to him, could never control myself around Will. He’d always had this power over me.
No matter how much I fought the way I felt, my tough girl persona was only a defense mechanism to protect myself from getting hurt. But he saw through it all. Will knew me better than I let him believe. And when we were together, like this, it was as if the world disappeared, and there was nothing left in the universe but us.
Chapter Twenty-Two
WILL
My hands were sweating like crazy. The entire ride to Philly, I gripped the steering wheel as Clarke grilled me, one question after another, about our past and present.
I parked my car in the garage across the street from Market House Press, the home office of The Gossip Queen, and walked with Clarke in silence. She wouldn’t stop biting her lip, a dead giveaway that she was nervous. Callie Bloom was an old friend of Clarke. They knew each other from when Clarke worked at The Philadelphia Inquirer with Mia. They used to grab drinks together after work, one of the few times my sister left the house without being coerced.
Callie would sniff out our lie in a heartbeat if Clarke kept acting so nervous. So I stopped her before we entered the lobby, pushing my hand out in front of her.
“Calm down,” I told her. “This is a sit-down with a friend. You’re acting so jittery, you’re even freaking me out. Callie will see right through us.”
She blew out a deep breath. “I’ll be fine when I see her. Just working the nervous energy out of my system.”
“Keep biting your lip, and you won’t have any skin left on it.”
Clarke ran her finger across her bottom lip. “Old habit. I’m good.”
She opened the door and stepped into the lobby, marching across the tiled floor to let the security guard know we were here to see Callie. After we handed over our driver’s licenses, the man behind the desk looked up at me with a silly grin. He nodded in acknowledgement, and I tipped my head to him.
We slapped the visitor badges onto our shirts and then got on the elevator. When the doors closed, Clarke reached for my hand, and I slipped my fingers between hers. Both of our hands were sweaty and gross. She glanced up at me, her lips pressed together.
No one was in the car with us, so I pushed her back against the wall. The elevator dinged with each floor we passed, and I looked up to see how much time we had.
Ten more floors.
Enough time to kiss away her worries.
I moved my hand to her hip and pulled her chest to mine. Clarke hooked her arms around my neck and breathed against my lips. Desire flickered in her eyes before I sucked her lip into my mouth, holding her flush against me. She moaned in my mouth as she tugged at the ends of my hair. We both needed this moment of release, a second to catch our bearings before we had to lie through our teeth.
For me, this relationship was not a lie. I cared about Clarke. She was the girl I could never nail down until that fateful night in Vegas. My feelings were real. And if I was right about Clarke, she loved me once upon a time. She would love me again, I was sure of it.