Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
It was hard enough, admitting it to myself. Let alone to someone else.
“You don’t have to decide today,” he said wisely.
I just laughed. “No one makes you think you have time to wait.”
“No one else matters right now.”
“Just you?”
“Just you,” he corrected. “Can you stand?”
“Maybe.”
He tried to put me down on my feet in the living room, and my legs gave out.
He chuckled and set me down on the infamous leather couch. “What are we going to do with you?”
“I can think of a few things.”
He ignored me and then began to slowly unlace the heeled boots that brought the entire outfit together. He pulled one shoe off and then the other.
“That seems a little safer,” he said.
I came to my feet again, turned toward the bedroom, promptly tripped on the couch, and fell face-first into it. My ass was hanging high in the air. I was wearing basically nothing but a scrap of red-and-blue fabric.
“Oops,” I said.
Chase slipped his hands around my waist, pulled me back to my feet, and then lifted me over his shoulder. “You’re a mess, Wright.”
“My head is spinning.”
“We’ll get you taken care of.”
“Is it bad that I might not want to be a lawyer?”
“It’s fine. Law degrees are overrated.”
“You have a law degree,” I pointed out.
“That I’m not currently using. So, it doesn’t matter. You don’t need one unless you want to practice law. You can accomplish all your dreams without it. I promise it’s not something you go into lightly. It’s the worst three years of your life. So, you need to know.”
“Oh.”
“But you don’t need to know now. You have time.”
As soon as Chase opened the door to his bedroom, Bowie raced around our feet. Chase smiled and tried to brush his dog off, but Bowie was unperturbed. I giggled, reaching for him over Chase’s shoulder.
He grunted as I nearly toppled backward out of his arms, and he tossed me onto his enormous bed. Bowie bounded onto it, licking my face.
“Good boy!”
Chase shook his head. “Off the bed, Bow. Come on. Let’s go out.”
Chase was gone for a minute, and I collapsed backward. Why was I having a serious conversation about law school when I was drunk and just wanted dick? I really needed to let that go and focus on what mattered right now.
Like lying in Chase Sinclair’s bed.
When Chase returned, he’d ditched the jacket and fedora.
“No Indy for me?” I asked on a pout.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re into Indiana Jones?”
“What woman isn’t?”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He strode to the bed and looked down at me with conflict in his eyes. “Now, what are we going to do with you?”
“You could just do me,” I said, turning his words around. I sat up, reaching for his belt and tugging him closer.
“You make this very difficult,” he said as if he were truly suffering.
I smirked. “Good.”
“Now, who is toying with whom?”
“It’s my birthday,” I said, sliding the belt out of the loop.
“I realize it is your birthday.”
“And I’m here.”
“Yes,” he said.
I popped the button on his pants. “And I want you.”
He clenched his jaw. “But…”
I dragged the zipper down. “You want me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It feels like the point,” I said as I tugged his shirt out from the waist of his pants. “It feels like the whole point actually.”
“You’re going to regret this in the morning.”
But my mouth was on his heated skin, a kiss to the V that led down to what I really wanted. He groaned, and I pressed my palm against his cock. He was already getting hard for me.
“I don’t believe in regrets,” I said.
“Harley…”
I looked up at him, my hand on his lengthening cock. “Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
His head dropped back. I swore I saw torture cross his face. As if he was in physical pain at my words.
“I…” He growled in the back of his throat. “I didn’t bring you here for that.” Then, he stepped back, away from me, and refastened his pants.
“I deserve a present.”
“I got you a present.”
I blinked up at him. “What?”
“I wasn’t sure I’d see you to give it to you,” he said. “But I thought, on the off chance I did…” Then, he removed a small blue box from his pocket.
Even I wasn’t drunk enough not to recognize Tiffany’s.
“What is it?” I whispered.
“Open it and find out.”
My fingers slipped on the white ribbon as I pulled it loose and then popped the top. Inside was the letter H on a circular silver pendant attached to a long chain.
I must have stared at it, speechless, a bit too long because he said, “You don’t like it.”
He reached for it, and I yanked it back, holding it to my chest.
“No, I love it. It’s mine.”
“Good,” he said with relief in his voice.
“Put it on me?”
I turned on the bed as best I could, moving the ridiculous pigtails out of the way. He slid the necklace into place and clasped it from behind. It settled like it had always belonged there.