Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
I let out a moan and fall forward, my palms pressed to his chest. The pressure building inside me is so intense that I swear I can’t take it anymore. But when Dean kisses my neck, I forget all about the pain. I arch my hips as he kisses me, my hand gliding down his wet, muscular back. Dean takes his time, careful not to hurt me. He thinks he will break me, treating me like a fine piece of china.
A groan escapes my lips, and the sheer force of my raging orgasm forces my eyes to slam shut. We get lost in each other, riding the waves of pleasure that make us forget about the fact this won’t last. In a few short days, Dean is going back to Florida. We’ll live separate lives apart from the other, and nothing will ever be the same. At least not like this. Not the way it’s supposed to be.
After we both come down from our high, neither of us can move, too breathless to speak. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart pound, wishing we had more time together.
Chapter Sixteen
KAT
A few weeks after Dean left for Florida, I started my internship with Silvia at The Locker Room. I was so excited for this opportunity. It was supposed to be the job that would take me closer to a future in sports broadcasting. But all of my plans have gone to shit. I do nothing more than make coffee, photocopy documents, and order lunch for my boss.
My initial vision for this internship was completely different. I thought we would get the chance to at least research topics for articles and write the occasion blurb. Yeah, not quite. Because of my dad, Mr. Hopper, the editor-in-chief, had requested me personally. Most people would say I lucked out. I get to intern for the top dog. But my new boss is a real pain in my ass.
“Katherine, get in here now,” Mr. Hopper screams through the intercom on my desk. He yells so loud I swear the phone trembles along with me.
Shit.
My blood boils from his shrill tone. Mr. Hopper is the only person alive who calls me Katherine. When I first corrected him, he said he wasn’t a fan of nicknames or foolish girls and ignored my request to be called Kat. I’m not his biggest fan. I doubt he’ll ever be mine. I think he secretly hates my dad and chose me as his intern just to punish him. Well, I’m the one who’s getting the shit end of the stick here.
I rush into his office with a notepad and pen in hand. “Yes, Mr. Hopper?”
He looks up from the stack of open books in front of him. Grayish black hair falls in front of his eyes. “Order my lunch.”
“Sure,” I say with a forced smile. “What would you like?”
His phone rings and I stand there, waiting as he raises his finger for me to hold on. I do this a lot. Sit and wait for some asshole to tell me what to do. My dad says you have to work your way up the ladder, but I’m starting to wonder what exactly I’m even learning here, apart from how to order food.
Mr. Hopper growls into the phone at the person who has the unfortunate pleasure of speaking to him. Five minutes pass before he scrawls his order on the top of a takeout menu and throws it at me. The paper falls to the floor at my feet. Tears rush to my eyes, but I force them down. I can’t let this jerk see me cry in front of him. So, I bend down to pick up the menu and leave his office in a hurry.
Once I’m at my desk again, I can’t stop myself from letting it all out. I lean forward, my head between my legs under my desk, sobbing like a baby. This is so unlike me. Why the hell am I crying because he acted like a dick? He does this every day. Even though I don’t like it, I’ve gotten used to it. My emotions are so out of balance lately. I miss Dean more than normal. My heart aches whenever I think about him and the distance between us.
Needing to hear his voice, I remove my cell phone from the desk drawer and dial his number. It rings and rings, the call going to voicemail. He’s been so busy this past week with his training schedule. We haven’t had a lot of time to talk since he started working with his new team. I knew this would happen. My mother went through this with my dad, and so did I. But I couldn’t stop myself from falling for Dean. He had me the second he said hello all those years ago. I just didn’t know it until it was too late.