Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
He grunts out my name, and I feel him come in hot spurts, filling me completely. His skin burns against mine as he slumps forward. He slides a hand up my back to my hair and pulls my face to him.
I wrap an arm around his neck and bury my face in the crook of his shoulder. My heart is pounding so intensely that I’m certain he can feel it. Certain he can feel the burning, finally sated, desire flooding through my veins.
“Mmm,” he hums, rocking his hips against me. “Now I’m better.”
He looks down at me, and I smile lazily. “You really are, aren’t you?”
“Yep. What can I say? Being referred to as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome obviously turns me the fuck on.”
I laugh and sit up straight. He eases himself out of me before disappearing into my bathroom. He returns with a towel, and I clean myself up. I hop off the table and look at it.
“I guess I’m bleaching that in a minute.”
His laugh is deep and rich, and it makes me smile. It’s contagious and addictive, and I find myself giggling as I grab the bleach spray and a cloth. I coat the table in the spray and scrub it.
“Do you often clean in the nude?”
I glance over my shoulder to see his pants back on. “Nope. This is a special show just for you.”
He smacks my ass. “Tease.”
I wiggle my butt with a wink and dart across the kitchen before he can slap me again. He folds his arms and watches me walk to my bedroom. I put on some clean underwear and some sweatpants.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then. At the shoot,” Tyler says when I walk into the front room.
I watch him walk to the front door. “You don’t have to. Go yet. I mean…” I take a deep breath. “You can stay. If you want to. For a bit.” I wrap my arms around my body, fear slicing through my words.
He turns, his eyes slowly finding mine. “Do you really mean that or are you just saying it?”
“Both. Maybe. I think.”
He smiles sadly and comes back to me, kissing me softly. “I’ll go.”
Two steps, and—“Don’t. I want you to stay.”
A long moment passes as he studies me over his shoulder. I swallow. My mouth is dry, my chest is tight, and my stomach is rolling in fear. This is a huge moment. For me, for him… For the dynamic of our so-called no-strings.
Just two days ago, I was yelling at him for buying me underwear. Now, here I am, asking him to stay after he fucked me.
Well, I already broke one rule and got to know him a little, so what’s breaking another?
Trust me, he said.
“This is me trusting you, Ty,” I say softly.
He takes my hands and pulls them away from my body. His arms go around me in a strong hug, and I rest my head against his chest.
“I’m hungry.” His chest rumbles deeply with his words. “The Big Bang Theory and a takeout?”
“Why not?”
I can feel his eyes burning into me through the camera lens. My body has been tingling for the past half an hour as he’s taken the shots. I’m not sure how no one else in this room can feel the tension.
I can. It’s zinging between us, coated in a sweet layer of lust.
“And we’re done,” Tyler says, lowering his camera. He turns away, and I take the robe offered to me by a wardrobe assistant. I’m tying the belt around my waist when he says, “Would you like to take a look?”
“I’d love to,” I respond, polite and professional. I join him at his laptop and take the seat in front of him.
He puts one hand on the back of the chair and one on a wireless mouse. He leans forward, and his breath flutters my hair, his thumb gently stroking my back. No one can see—they’re all too busy. This is a stolen private moment in an open, professional setting.
“Here we are.” He double-clicks a folder and a stream of images appears on the screen. “These are really great,” he says aloud. He bends down a little farther and whispers, “My cock is fucking hard right now. I hope you appreciate the torture I’m about to endure.”
I chew my lip so I don’t smile. “I really like this one.” I point to one where I’m sitting on the floor, leaning back on my hand. My head is tipped back, my eyes closed, my other hand in my hair.
He groans quietly. “Liv, you’re killing me, babe.”
“This one is good, too.” I’m standing, looking over my shoulder at the camera.
“Don’t drive to work tonight,” he whispers, leaning forward even more. His lips brush my jaw. “I’ll get you after.”
“Thank you for letting me see these. They’re great.” I stand, knowing that my indifference is pissing him off. Truth is, I’m not indifferent. I’m aching for him.