Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security #9) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
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“Fucking perfect, baby. Take what you need.” I grip a handful of her hair, forcing her back to arch deeper as our mouths get closer.

Her mouth meets mine, soft pants of pleasure skating over my lips as her body reaches its peak.

That’s all it takes. I plant myself as deep as I can go and fucking explode. Stars rush into my vision, tiny bursts of light that have more to do with her than the alcohol I drank tonight.

“So fucking good,” I tell her. “You make me come so damn hard.”

“Same,” she says, a little breathless. “Think you can do it a couple more times?”

She squeals when I pull out of her and lift her in my arms. I carry her to the bed, covering her in the next second with my body.

I don’t get the chance to wake her with my mouth before the sun comes up because it’s already on the horizon before I get my fill of her. I realize right before I pass out from exhaustion that I have to find a way to make this last between the two of us. I’ve gotten one of the sweetest tastes of her this weekend, and all it’s done is make me desperate for more.

Chapter 6

Jules

I could stay in this bed and let him wake up with me in his arms. He’d never look at me like I was overstepping a boundary.

But I can’t do that because I set the boundary. I demanded that it was just sex, and somehow had it in my mind that this weekend was the only time that was possible.

It’s Sunday morning and other than the brunch that’s scheduled before Spencer whisks his new bride off to the beach for two weeks, the weekend is over.

I had a plan for one thing when I first approached him on Thursday, but the man has a way of making me feel like things could be different.

We had so much sex. I’m going to feel the echo of him on my skin for days to come, but that’s not all it was. He held me, caressed my skin with such awe that I felt like the only woman that ever existed for him.

Swarmed with disgust for what I’ve done, I slowly extract myself from his embrace, thankful for the alcohol he had last night that’s making him sleep so hard.

I don’t bother with the shower I desperately need because I don’t want to risk the chance of him waking up. It’s already too tempting to crawl back in bed with him as I watch him while gathering my clothes.

I’m no stranger to the walk of shame, but I know for certain, I’ve never done one in a shimmery gown before. My pink maid of honor dress is a harsh reminder that I not only betrayed the man in bed, but I also betrayed my best friend. I have no excuse for my behavior. It’s not like there wasn’t a slew of willing and capable men around this weekend, but if she ever finds out that I spent her wedding weekend tangled up with her youngest brother, I know she’ll never forgive me.

Even knowing that, I can’t seem to regret the time I stole with Kit this weekend. He gave me what I needed, and I just have to be okay with it.

My dress feels like sandpaper on my skin as I pull it down. My feet refuse to even fit back into the shoes that caused so much torture for so many hours yesterday, and I think of how ridiculous it will look wearing them at nine in the morning. I won’t be fooling anyone who sees me. There’s no way for me to convince a single soul that I just went for a stroll around the hotel in the same dress I wore to watch my best friend get married.

I stand for a few seconds longer, my eyes taking in the sight of Kit Riggs naked in bed. The sheet is barely clinging to the perfect muscles of his ass, putting all the glorious ink marking his body on full display. It’s beautiful, a stark contrast to the white sheets under and around him. He’s a work of art, both his body and the way he expertly uses it.

I’m a better woman for having experienced what he has to offer. I give him a little smile, blowing a small kiss despite his unconscious state, and slip out of the door. Since the very last thing I need is for him to wake up within seconds of me leaving, I face the door, holding the doorknob so it won’t click when I pull it closed.

I startle, seeing movement beside me, only to stand there in utter fucking awe as none other than Archer Bremen, lead singer of Lucid Unrest, comes out of the door to my left. I know my mouth is hanging open but I can’t seem to speak. The man gives me a wicked grin as he looks down my body, and I wonder if he realizes he looks just as disheveled as I do.



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