Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“You turn me on so fucking much. I can’t wait to fuck you properly.” His breathing is just as hard as mine, his tone gravelly and not the one I’m used to. The eyes that would devour me whole if he could, motivate me to drive faster toward relief.
I only close my eyes for a second to find myself at the precipice of what comes next—the descent into darkness and bliss in the light. His fingers never stop the circular teasing that’s putting me into a tailspin. I grip the tub to help hold my weight as I rock back and forth, up and down, right side up and left side down. He consumes my every thought, my body conforming to his as I start to lose myself under the weight of what’s to come. “God, I want this. So much.” I try to focus on him, but it’s impossible when they’re rolling back in my head. “Feels too good, Warner.”
“No such thing.” I’m in no position to argue with the man who’s about to send me to heaven and back again. I’ll just let him work his magic . . . fingers. The water splashes around me as I rise and fall, over and again as he pushes me to the edge and pulls me back again. I’m so close I can already imagine the aftermath. The bliss. The calm. The reward of falling asleep in his arms. I want it. I want all of that. So much.
When he’s deep inside, his palm presses against my clit. I grind against him, embracing the fall. I don’t feel my breath or an ache in my lungs. I’m free from the burdens of pretending and liberated from the past few days. I welcome this feeling and the aftermath.
With the side of my head pressed to his, I whisper, “Why are you so good at that?”
He chuckles, his finger still inside me, which sends another wave of pleasure through me. “Hidden talent.”
“I like that it’s hidden.” I sit up. “Except from me.” I lean forward to kiss him. My breathing is still uneven when I pull back. “How about we finish this in bed?”
“Is that an invitation, Sass?”
“To your own bed?” I lift to my feet, but I instantly hate how empty I feel without him. Offering his hand for assistance, I step out of the tub and grab a towel hanging from a hook nearby. “You got the golden ticket, Hotshot.”
He stands, careful to step out, and reaches for the other towel. “Our bed.”
I stop my hands as my mind races through how to fix the mistake I just made. Nothing believable comes to mind, so I choose confrontation. “Of course it is, silly.” I laugh, but let it die off quickly.
Warner is always on top of things, waiting for the slipup to happen so he can study my expression and judge my reaction. It’s a lose-lose situation with him. He sees through the obvious, so I now stick to being vague when possible.
He replies, “Yeah, of course,” as if I had asked a question. When he’s dry, he comes to wrap himself around the back of me and kisses my head. “How are you feeling?”
With the sexual heat between us cooling, I cover his arms with mine, holding him as I lean the back of my head against his chest. Closing my eyes, I savor this moment before everything changes, knowing we’re close to the truth coming out. I have no next steps planned. Nothing to trick him into prolonging this charade. I asked for the money against my better judgment and left myself open for the blowback. I don’t want to do that again. I don’t want to ask him for money. I don’t want to need it. I want him to realize the mistake he’s making and fix it. And if he doesn’t stop or can’t end the contract, I need to show him the benefits of spending his money where it matters most. To me, anyway.
That’s it. I need to show him.
“Warner?”
“Hmm?” He hums against my neck and then kisses it.
“My family has dinner together every Sunday . . .” I wait for a stiffening of his body behind me or a sigh of discontent. Neither happens. His muscles are strong but pliable around me, his heart not skipping a beat, his breathing stays regulated as if this idea might not be so far-fetched. “As you know.” Damn, almost forgot to tack that on. The climax has turned my brain to jelly.
Releasing me, he comes around to the front with a big ole grin on his face like he just won the local bake-off. “Two invitations in one night? I think your orgasm has gone to your heart.” Geez. Even he’s noticed.
I smile like a fool for him. I am, so it comes naturally. “Don’t worry. It will wear off soon enough, and then you’ll have the crankier version of me back.”