Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Yes! My mind screams, as he sends me over the edge, and then he’s lifting me off his mouth and impaling me on his cock, my pussy still contracting from my orgasm. I lift and fall down on him hard, leaning forward my hands to his knees, feeling his hands on my ass spreading me open, too far gone to be embarrassed about this position. I ride him frantically until I hear him groan and know he’s coming. I’m coming too, so I pick up the pace and ride it out of him and myself, and only once I’m completely spent, do I slow down to a glide.
Falling forward, my body exhausted, I close my eyes.
“I’m moving in,” I hear him rumble behind me, and my eyes open. He sits up, pulling me off him, and then he turns me to straddle his lap. “Lease is up in two months. I’m moving in when that happens.”
“You are?” I whisper, really happy about that plan.
“You okay with that?” he asks, studying me, and my nose stings.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He runs his fingers through my hair, and I fall into him, resting my head against his chest under his chin and wrapping my arms around him under his.
“We can trade out your bedroom set for mine,” I whisper into his skin, and his arms tighten around me.
“Works for me.” I figured it would. My bed is nice, but his bed is awesome; plus, his is a California King. It will take up more room, but it will be worth it.
“So two months?”
“I gotta pay rent for two more months. Doesn’t mean we can’t start getting things sorted.”
“You’re moving in.” I repeat feeling tears sting my nose.
“Yeah, baby.”
“This makes me happy,” I whisper, seeing his eyes smile right before I lose them when he kisses me and I kiss him back. Yes I totally love him.
Chapter 10
Harlen
TAKING A PULL FROM MY BEER, I laugh at something Wes says to Everret then look down at my cell when it starts to vibrate on top of the bar.
“Hey, Angel,” I answer, standing from the chair and lifting my middle finger to the men around me when they start to talk shit.
“Hey, honey. I… oh God… don’t freak out.”
“What is it?” I bark, hearing the freaked tone of her voice, and the vibe around me shifts, going alert, the noise in the room coming to a halt.
“I went to the bathroom—not the bathroom on my floor, but the one on the first floor, because I wanted to get a coffee from the gift shop, and that bathroom is closer to the gift shop.”
“Do I need to know all this for you to get to the point?” I ask, dropping my eyes to my boots and losing patience.
“Well… I guess not,” she mutters, the line going quiet.
“Harmony?” I grit out through my teeth. Wes raises a brow and I shake my head.
“I overheard two nurses talking about Dr. Hofstadter in the restrooms. One of them was crying—not normal crying, she was sobbing. She said that he cornered her and touched her. Then he told her that if she told anyone about what he did, he’d have her fired.”
“Fuck.” I tip my head back, my fist flexing. It’s been three weeks since we had dinner with her parents and grandparents, three weeks since Evan started digging into things at the hospital, and he still hasn’t found out why those nurses lost their jobs. He did find out there are three men with the last name Hofstadter on the board at the hospital. One of them is the CEO, which is probably why Dr. Dick thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants without any kind of blowback.
“I… I don’t know what to do.” Her worry-filled voice breaks into my thoughts, and I grab the back of my neck, fighting against the anger eating at my gut.
Pulling in a breath through my nose, I gentle my voice, and ask, “Do you know either of the nurses who were talking about him?”
“No, they were in a stall when I went in, and they were still in there when I left. I didn’t see them, and I don’t work on that floor, so I didn’t recognize their voices either.”
Fuck.
“I hate to say this, baby, but there’s nothin’ you can do.”
“Harlen,” she breathes, and that shit kills me. If she knew them, she might be able to convince them to file a complaint against him, but without that, her hands are tied. “She said he touched her.”
Fuck, I don’t know what I would do if he ever did that shit to her. Probably lose my goddamn mind and kill the motherfucker.
Fuck
“I know, baby,” I whisper.
“I hate this,” she whispers back, and my jaw tightens.
“I know you do, but there is nothing you can do. Just avoid him while you’re there.”