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)
“But—”
“Get too close to my son, and he may smell the sex on you. Maybe this will teach you to stay the fuck away from him.”
I walk away without a further glance, shutting the door behind me as I flip on the shower. If she hadn’t tried to pull that shit tonight, I would have pulled her in the shower with me, made her suck me off, fucked her against the marble…
But she needs to learn.
The next time I take her, she’ll fall in line. I’m not a nice man. And she will soon learn that.
Chapter fifteen
Georgia
The sun peaks through the blinds, rousing me from sleep. I let out a breathless sigh and shift onto my stomach. My body aches in the best way possible. My cheeks burn as I replay the events of my night. I never could have imagined he’d be as incredible as he was. I cover my face as his filthy words echo in my thoughts. His demands. “Tell me who you belong to.” My body succumbed to his every demand. “Beg me to let you come, slut.” My legs clench. Most girls would be offended by his words. Not me. They turned me on like no other. I flip onto my back, and my hand skates across my belly, remembering how his fingers ventured to places that had been untouched. I still feel the slight soreness, but god, what I wouldn’t do to feel that way again and again.
That’s when I remember his mark—the proof of his claim shamelessly displayed on my skin.
But shame is the last thing I feel.
I feel empowered. Wanted. Owned.
I’m also about to be late for work. I hurry out of bed and dress. Pulling my hair into a tight ponytail, I rush downstairs into the kitchen. When I enter, the first and only person I see is Jackson. “Morning,” I say, slowing my pace, unlike my heart, which begins to race.
Jackson takes a sip of his coffee and then brings his eyes to mine. “Morning.”
I walk in and grab a mug. “Where’s Noah?”
“I sent him to work early. He needs to make up for his absence yesterday.” Maybe he had noticed his son was gone. “And you and I need to discuss a few things.”
My hand stalls on the coffee pot for only a moment before I pour my cup and face him. “Okay.”
He takes another sip and sets the mug on the counter. “We’ll talk in the car. Let’s go.” Shit. I wonder if he can hear my heart hammering in my chest. He steps closer, lifting a finger to press against the pulse in my neck. “Your pulse is racing. Why is that, Peach?”
A thousand reasons race through my mind, but I don’t know which one to say. The way his presence wraps around me, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. The scent of his cologne, dark, familiar, dragging me back to the memory of him deep inside me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
He taps at my pulse. “Let’s go.”
I don’t realize I’ve moved until I’m seated inside his car. After more than ten minutes of driving in silence, I can’t take it any longer. “Just spit it out. What do you want to say?” I brace for disappointment—for the speech where he tells me it was wrong and won’t happen again.
“I have rules.”
“Okay…” I let my shoulders relax slightly. That wasn’t what I’d expected.
“For this to work, you will obey me at all times. That childish game you played last night won’t happen again—”
“I told you I was sorry—”
“And that will be the last time you do. You disobey me, and this is over.”
The thought of never having him again sends my body into a fit of panic. “I swear. I won’t.”
He cocks his head toward me. “Good. I assume we’re on the same page that Noah can’t know.”
I nod. “Of course.”
Satisfied with my answer, he goes on. “I get access to you when I please. You’re mine to play with, fuck, enjoy. And when you leave after the summer, it’s done. I’m a man with little patience. I won’t tolerate neediness. The second this becomes something more than us fucking, it’s done.”
He doesn’t want me to get attached. It will be what it is. “Your message is clear. I have absolutely no interest in pursuing anything other than what we’ve agreed on.”
He turns his head again, this time wearing the sexiest smile. “Is that so?”
“Yep. Trust me, I have no interest in a relationship. I have plans, and they don’t include you.”
It may be somewhat of a lie. Having Jackson to myself longer than the summer would be wonderful. But it’s also a pipe dream and one hundred percent unrealistic. As long as I stay true to those facts, walking away will be fine.
“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” We pull into the underground parking garage of the building and make our way to the office. Rachel greets us, and we go our separate ways. When I enter the salesroom, Noah sees me and pops up.