Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“What is it, Peach?” The memory of his voice, dark and tantalizing, wrap around me like a noose. I slide my hand down, past my belly, slipping into my panties without hesitation. My fingers find slick heat. I’m already pulsing—needy, aching. Every word he spoke loops in my head, winding me tighter. I rub harder, faster, chasing the release that’s already clawing its way up. I add two greedy fingers to the mix, sliding in and out of my swollen heat, imagining they’re his, wishing Noah’s father was finger-fucking me while his son slept down the hall.
“Fuck,” I whisper, cupping my breast with my free hand. “I’m willing to venture you’re here to fuck.”
“Yes.” I work faster, adding a third finger, needing more. I’m so wet, and the faint sounds of my masturbating fill the air. I turn my head and bite the pillow to silence my moans. Heat floods me, my legs quiver, and my walls grip my hand. “Fuck yes. Fuck me. Fuck me...” I moan as my orgasm takes over.
It takes a few minutes for my heart rate to return to normal. The exhaustion of the day suddenly catching up to me, I snuggle under the sheets and fall asleep, shamelessly dreaming about my now ex-boyfriend’s hot, mysterious father.
Chapter two
Georgia
Ashift in the bed wakes me. I open my eyes and blink against the darkness, trying to focus. Recognizing Noah’s silhouette as he climbs in beside me, I sit up quickly. “Noah, what are you doing?”
“Relax, Georgia. It’s just a bed. We’ve shared one countless times. Let me sleep here. I’m not going to pull anything.”
Even if I said no, he’s already managed to slip under the covers. I debate moving to a different room. Obviously, this isn’t a good idea. There’s no way he won’t try something. With us in the same bed, sex feels inevitable, and I don’t want to confuse him. But when I look over, he’s asleep.
Go figure.
I slide back down, resting my head on the pillow. My post-orgasm high had knocked me out, but now that I’m wide awake, shame lingers in the front of my mind. I totally masturbated to Noah’s father. What the heck is wrong with me?
Giving Noah my back, I close my eyes, trying not to think of the tall, dark, forbidden man who embedded himself in my sexual fantasies.
Pounding on the bedroom door jolts me awake. I try to maneuver out from under the blankets, realizing I’m trapped under Noah’s leg and arm.
The banging sounds again, louder this time.
“Jesus, stop,” Noah mutters.
The door swings open, and my breath catches as his father steps inside, filling the doorway with his imposing presence. “I’ll stop when you get up. We had a deal.” My breath catches, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“I’m willing to venture you’re here to fuck.”
“We’re just sleeping. Not a big deal.” Noah shifts off me and sits up. I follow, remembering I’m only wearing an oversized T-shirt. I glance over at Noah, who’s in nothing but boxer briefs, and more heat floods my face.
“Is that so?”
At his question, I make the mistake of meeting his gaze. His eyes lock on mine, burning with the same intensity as last night. It stirs something inside me, making my thighs quiver. He doesn’t seem to care that his son is beside me as his eyes roam over me. I sit, frozen, wishing I could cover the way my nipples have hardened beneath my shirt.
Noah’s hand lands on my bare thigh, and I jump.
“Relax, he’s all bark, no bite. Dad, it’s fine.”
I’m not so sure about that.
He finally releases his hold on me and addresses Noah. “My house, my rules. Separate rooms. Now, get up and get dressed. I don’t appreciate tardiness on your first day.” Then he’s gone.
The tension in my chest releases in a quiet rush of breath. Noah pushes the covers back and stands, the warmth from moments ago vanishing as his posture stiffens. His expression shudders, eyes cooling to something unreadable—distant. Detached.
“Gonna get ready. Meet you downstairs,” he says, his tone clipped. Then, he strides down the hall without a backward glance.
Chapter three
Jackson
“Thanks, Jim. I need the financials by lunch. Great.” I hang up and take a sip of coffee. My meeting went to shit yesterday, so instead of going home to prepare for my son’s arrival, I ended up at Exquisite, drowning my frustration in bourbon. I didn’t expect to get home and find a young woman in my bedroom. Was I surprised? Yeah. Was it unheard of? No. I’ve had my fair share of sexual partners, even those instructed to enter my home with a provided code and wait for me, naked and ready.
I’m a man with distinctive taste. I have no shame in wanting to bind and gag a beautiful woman. The little purrs they make when they’re tied up, then spanked and fucked are music to my ears. The sensation of my fingers sinking into soft flesh, creating pleasurable pain…