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 it comes from somewhere. I get it. The age difference. You see me as a child—”
“I don’t.”
“Then why would you—”
He moves his hands to cup my face. “Georgia,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on mine. “You’re more mature than half the women I know. You’re talented and sharp, and you carry yourself with a sophistication that makes it easy to forget your age. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were twenty years older.” His thumbs brush over my skin, and something flickers in his eyes—something conflicted, restrained.
“I don’t see you as a child. Not in the slightest. And yeah, I think about our age gap—fuck, more than I should. That’s exactly why I have to keep my distance. Because of who you are. Because you make it so damn hard to stay away.”
“Because of Noah.”
He nods, and even though this is not news to me, my heart cracks. “This will break him if he finds out.”
The crack spreads. “So, what are you saying?”
“I don’t know. That we should end things for the sake of not hurting Noah. That we should selfishly continue to indulge in this insane passion. I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. I do know I fucking want you. I need you. But at what cost?”
He wipes at the tear that runs down my cheek and leans in, gently pressing his lips to mine. The move is strange. Kissing isn’t our thing. I assumed it was because it’s such an intimate act and allows us to stay on the right side of our emotions. But his lips pressing against mine feels right. My palms skate up his chest to wrap around his neck. He pulls me to him until I’m in his lap. I hold him closer, adding more pressure. He breaches the seam of my lips, his tongue gliding along mine. We’ve had explosive sex. The orgasms are so intense I’ve lost feeling in my legs. But this kiss—it carries the most weight, the deepest pull. “Say you forgive me,” he murmurs against my lips. I squeeze tighter, adjusting my legs to straddle him, my hips grinding over his erection. “Fuck, Peach.” His hands cup my ass, and he tugs me forward, creating more friction.
I can’t get enough of his lips. The taste of coffee and mint. “I forgive you,” I whisper, and he deepens our kiss. This is my endgame. I grind back and forth on his thick length, my hands ruthless as I tug at his belt and zipper. With superhuman strength, he has me out of my pajama shorts and panties, the urgency for us to be connected too strong. Pulling his cock free from the opening of his slacks, he enters me in a manic thrust.
Our moans mingle as he raises me up and down his shaft, working me into a frenzy. Emotions run too high, too fast. Our orgasms take over, and I cry out against his lips as he comes inside me.
It takes a minute before either of us can speak. My heart bangs against his chest, and his echoes back.
“A little too late to ask where Noah is?”
I chuckle against his lips. “Went out with friends.”
“Good. Because fucking you with the door open was mighty careless.” He kisses me and bites my bottom lip. “You hungry?”
I waggle my brows. “I’m always hungry, but don’t you need a minute? Ya know, ’cause you’re old.”
He slaps my ass. “Watch it. I mean actual food. I heard you skipped lunch.” My stomach growls in response as if on cue. “There’s my answer. Shower, then I’m feeding you.”
“Can I pick what we eat?”
“Anything you want. But I get to pick dessert.”
Fuck, I think I’m in love with this man. “Deal.”
Something bangs outside my window, jolting me awake. I blink away my grogginess and look at the time. It’s well past one in the morning. “What the hell?” I climb out of bed and look out the window. A group of guys hang around the pool. Noah’s on the diving board, beating his fists against his chest. He yells something, then dives headfirst into the water.
Slipping on a pair of shorts and a top, I head downstairs. When I walk outside, loud music assaults me. I search for Noah, finding him climbing out of the pool, and move toward him. “Hey, it’s kind of late. And you have to work in the morning.”
Noah’s eyes are bloodshot. He reeks of booze, and I assume he’s high off his ass. “Georgie!” he hollers, wrapping his arm around me, soaking my pajamas. “I’ve missed you.” He presses his lips to my head and then behind my ear. When he tries to capture my lips, I push away from him. “The fuck is your problem?”
“You—you’re drunk.”
“And? If I remember right, that’s exactly how you like me.” He comes at me again, claiming my waist and pulling me into him. He tries to kiss me again, but I stomp on his foot, forcing him to release me. “Fuck—bitch.”