Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
It’s exhilarating.
The buildup comes again. Dawson doesn’t slow, and it comes even faster and harder. And soon my mouth forgets to move, but his doesn’t as he continues to kiss me. Who knew the second time I had sex, I could come twice? Tears well in my eyes, and one spills over my cheek.
“That’s it, cry for me,” he says, continuing to pump a little harder. I scream his name as I come, and a crude laugh escapes him before he comes as well. He leans in and bites my neck when we stop moving. As I come down from the bliss, I realize what he just said.
And how he said it.
“Cry for me?” I repeat, the words echoing memories.
“You just put two and two together, didn’t you, Honey?” he asks, pulling away.
I close my legs.
He seems perplexed as to how to handle me when I stare at him with wide eyes and my mouth slightly open in shock. His jaw tightens, his resolve hardens his gaze, and I know I’ve lost him again.
He steps back, the distance a contradiction to what we just shared, and quickly throws his clothes on.
My hand goes to my chest, too confused to ask the question on my lips that I already know the answer to.
“I’ll let myself out,” Dawson says, not making eye contact.
I still don’t speak, not sure what else to say.
I just had sex with the same man I lost my virginity to.
Of that, I am sure.
And I’m utterly lost for words because Dawson said he would never have sex with a virgin.
That he would never have sex with me.
But he paid millions of dollars to do so.
CHAPTER 31
Dawson
The look of recognition on her face said it all.
She’s worked out exactly what I did.
I never intended for her to find out, but when I saw her that day waiting, I knew I couldn’t let another man win her. Though I had denied it for so fucking long, she was mine from the moment I first saw her.
Even if she was a virgin.
To be honest, that was the main hurdle between us. I would’ve made Honey sign a contract and been fucking her from day one if she weren’t.
Goddamn! I have no control when I am around her, and that’s dangerous. Especially considering I’d gone over there to cut all ties. To tell her to stay as far away from me as possible. With a psychopath on the loose who’s aware of our association, I can’t put her at jeopardy. But I am.
I could only think of one thing when I saw her standing there in that towel.
I’ve built my entire life around discipline and control, and around her I fall to pieces that only she can glue back together. She’s in every part of me.
I got a tattoo of her lips on my dick and passed it off as an irrational moment. I stop by her work, convincing myself it’s because I own the store. If she worked anywhere else, I probably would have acquired the business. And her body. Fuck! How she makes me feel alive. Her rants and random questions. She’s my honeypot. And I have no right to her. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let anyone else have her now that I’ve tasted her.
I hope I can get her to sign a contract. Because now I’ve had her twice, I know she’s my new favorite thing, and I will want her repeatedly. But the shock on her face, it was like I betrayed her by not telling her it was me who won her at the auction and took her virginity.
I don’t have time to dwell on this problem, though. I’m still no closer to finding the identity of the man who seems hellbent on bringing down my empire. He’s done enough damage as it is, and if I don’t find him soon…
A startling reality comes to mind. Because Honey might be the only thing I’m unwilling to lose, which makes her a weakness.
“Is it written in another language?” Daphne asks. My gaze shoots up from the paperwork I’ve held for the last five minutes.
I look at it again—actually look at it this time—and ignore Daphne’s mischievous grin.
“I wonder what else could be taking up your mind,” she chirps as I look over a deal she’s been offered to model for a fashion line.
“I always have a lot going on,” I reply, reviewing the finer details. She has always approached me for this, and I don’t mind reviewing her contracts. “This looks sound.”
“I like her,” Daphne says.
“What?”
“Honey. I like her. I’m meeting up with her today.”
I shake my head, irritated by how observant she is. “She has work.”
Daphne looks at her nails and innocently says, “Does she?”
I know when Honey works because I have her schedule right before me.