Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He could give her a month, a year, even a few years, but eventually the past would catch up with her.
I could kill them all.
No, he couldn’t. He was good—one of the best—but he was still just one man. To take out the entirety of both the Boston underworld and the Romanovs…He shook his head. It was impossible.
“Jude?”
He forced his body to relax and turned to face her. Barefoot and wearing an oversized sleep shirt that made her legs look a mile long, she looked younger, if that was even possible. Innocent.
Fuckable.
“Come here.” He didn’t wait for her to obey, crossing the kitchen in two steps and pulling her against him.
Her eyes went wide, her body arching into his, but she frowned. “Is everything okay?”
No. It’s turned goddamn complicated while I wasn’t looking. Because sometime earlier tonight, when Sloan stood in his doorway, making demands he should have shot down immediately, he’d found himself wishing Sorcha O’Connor wouldn’t come back. Not today, not tomorrow, not anytime in the foreseeable future. That he wouldn’t reach the point of no return—the true point of no return.
That she wouldn’t show up while he was so enjoying watching Sloan find her feet.
He captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “The only thing that’s wrong is your mouth isn’t around my cock.”
She licked her lips, and he nearly groaned. But apparently she wasn’t done. “You’re lying.”
“And if I am?”
A line appeared between her brows. “You said you don’t lie.”
“No, sunshine. I said I don’t lie about sex.” He leaned down, his lips brushing hers with each word. “All the bullshit can wait for morning. I want you on your knees. Be a good girl and I’ll fuck you right here on the kitchen floor.”
“We’re going to talk in the morning—really talk.” Before he could deign to answer that, she was on her knees. He hadn’t bothered to put on pants when his phone rang, so she had no barrier to bar her from his cock.
She wrapped her fingers around him, making a sound low in her throat that had his balls tightening almost painfully. He held still as she eased his cock into her mouth, letting her drive the encounter. For now. If she was a virgin in every other way, he doubted she’d ever given head before, and he’d be damned before he did something to spook her or fuck up her experience.
Sloan explored him with her tongue and lips, until it took everything he had to maintain his stillness. Jude allowed himself to run his fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face so he could see everything she did to him. “You have no idea how sexy you look like this.”
She pinned him in place with her dark gaze as her tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. “Tell me more. I like to hear you talk.”
“I thought you wanted to slap me for the things I shouldn’t say to you.”
A little mirth appeared on her face. “I do.”
That startled a laugh out of Jude. Every time he thought he had her number down, she went and did something to surprise him. It made him think of a foal walking for the first time, all gangly limbs and jarring motions, but the second the animal found its stride, it was fluid and perfect and beautiful.
Just like Sloan.
Something in his chest tightened, but he did his damnedest to ignore it. “You might crave giving up control, but when you’re like this, you have it all. You keep sucking my cock like that, and…” And what? He couldn’t promise her a damn thing, even before the call from the Russian.
Jude had nothing to give.
This isn’t forever.
She’s so goddamn pure. You aren’t worthy to touch her, let alone think of some kind of tomorrow.
He pulled away from her, desperate to drive the inner voice to silence. He went to his knees in front of her, kissing her before she could say something to shine the light on how goddamn fucked up he was.
Common sense, something he never could quite get away from, spoke up. Condom.
Jude stood, lifting her with him, and set her on the counter. “Don’t move.” He wasted no time striding into the bedroom and finding one of the many condoms he’d stashed in her nightstand. He rolled it on as he made his way back to her, finding her exactly where he left her. “Good girl.”
She lifted her chin as he pulled her to the edge of the counter and pushed a finger into her. Wet and wanting, just like I like her.
Sloan gasped. “Do I have to tie you down in order to actually get to finish you like that?”
“It’ll never happen.” He wasn’t the type of man who could be tied down. Not like that. Not in any way. Jude skimmed off her shirt, needing to see all that creamy skin laid out for his pleasure.