Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I close my eyes, squeezing myself around him. I’m soon moaning inexplicable words and curses, unable to handle the immense outburst of pleasure taking over me. I grow limp with my release, and his strokes become slick with my juices. He laces his hand with mine, his body still moving, slow and strong and unrelenting.
I enter a state of pleasantness, letting my body just feel the aftermath as he begins to gain pace and fuck me. He follows not long after, gasping against my throat, my name on his lips. His whole body goes rigid, with a meaningful strokes, then softens above me.
He doesn’t roll away yet. He holds me there, his hand still wrapped around mine, our legs tangled together. I feel his breath steadying as I try to catch my own.
I don’t know how long we stay like that. It’s long enough to feel the room fade around us. Long enough to know that I’ll never forget tonight as long as I live.
Eventually, he pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m incredible,” I confirm.
His smile is subtle and sleepy.
He kisses me once more, then reaches for the blanket and pulls it over us.
I curl into his side, my head resting on his chest, and let myself feel everything.
Definitely not too bad for my first time.
10
DAMIEN
Idon’t want to move.
Lyra is curled into me, her breath slow and even against my chest, our legs tangled beneath the sheets. The room is still warm with her body heat, and every inch of my skin feels branded by what just happened.
For the first time in a long time, I let myself enjoy the quiet.
But of course, it doesn’t last. My phone buzzes, and I run a hand over my face. It’s late, so whatever this is won’t be good news.
My phone is facedown on the nightstand, but it doesn’t matter. I know who it is before I even look. I reach for it, careful not to wake her. The screen glows in the dim light.
Alek.
Of course.
I ease out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and step into the hall. I close the door behind me and answer.
“What?”
“There’s a problem,” Alek says without hesitation.
I rub a hand over my jaw.
“Where?” I ask, already annoyed.
“West 49th. The Vasilievs hit the loan office. They took half the street earnings from the last two weeks.”
I rein in my anger as I answer him. “Who was on the ground?”
“Petrov and Manny. Petrov’s fine. Manny caught one in the leg but managed to get out. They left two of theirs behind. We caught them trying to torch the place.”
My jaw tightens. “And what did you do with them?”
“They’re in the warehouse. I’ve got them tied up and quiet for now. I figured you’d want to handle these two on your own.”
I sigh and consider it. I do want to handle it myself, but I don’t want to leave Lyra after the incredible night we just shared. It makes it all feel rushed and cheap. That’s not what I want to do to her after her first time, but it seems I don’t have much of a choice.
“I’m on my way,” I tell him. “I’ll meet you at the site in thirty.”
I hang up.
I walk back into the bedroom and find her sitting up, the sheet pulled over her chest. Her hair’s a mess, her cheeks still flushed. There’s nothing I would love more than to slide back under the covers with her and keep discovering her body. I wonder how much she can take, how fast she can take it. I wonder what her lips would look like wrapped around my cock.
But that’s not the world I live in. There isn’t time for that kind of intimacy.
Her eyes search mine immediately.
“Is everything okay?”
I sit on the edge of the bed and run a hand down her back.
“Something came up at work. I need to go handle it.”
She nods, but I can see the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. She hides it well.
“You don’t have to explain,” she says as she gathers her underwear and pulls it on.
“I know,” I say. “But I want you to know that this isn’t some bullshit M.O. of mine. If I hadn’t gotten that call, I’d already be inside of you again.”
I press a kiss to her shoulder. She leans into it, warm and soft and everything I don’t deserve.
“I have a car waiting outside,” I tell her. “It’ll take you home.”
She studies me for a moment.
“Will I see you again?”
I don’t hesitate. “Of course you will.”
“I don’t mean at the office,” she says carefully.
I know what I should say. I know I should tell her about my rule, especially after she’s been so honest with me. But I can’t bring myself to say the words when she’s standing in front of me in nothing but her underwear, looking so fucking stunning.