Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I had no intention of taking Corey up on his blatant offer. I didn’t sleep with men. I’d never been interested in a man before him, and I wasn’t interested in him either, not really. I was either confused or losing my mind, and I refused to think about it anymore.
I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. This was more than just a job now. He was mine to protect. He’d gotten to me, broken through my barriers. I cared about his safety, not because I’d promised X or because Lisa was the one who wanted to hurt him, but because I needed him to be safe so he could share his smile with other people.
Not me, though. He’d go home and resume his life when this was over, and I would go back to being here alone.
I got in bed, but once again, I tossed and turned. This time, though, I wasn’t thinking about Lisa or any of the shit I’d dealt with after she disappeared. I was thinking about Corey. About how good Corey looked naked. It wasn’t that I’d never appreciated the beauty of a man’s body before. I knew when a man looked good and could observe men like works of art, but I hadn’t been turned on by men. Yet here I was, lying in bed with my dick hard as hell, unable to stop thinking about how Corey’s muscles would feel under my hands. If I believed in magic, I’d think he was using some on me.
Even if I could stop thinking about Corey, my dick was now too interested in getting off to let me sleep. Maybe if I just gave myself some relief, that would do the trick. I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and winced as I squeezed the tube with my damaged hand.
Ignoring the pain, I tossed it aside and worked the slick onto my cock, letting my hand slide up and down. In my mind, I conjured images of one of the escorts I hired on occasion. I remembered the feel of her full breasts, the way her nipples hardened between my fingers.
But the longer I worked myself, the more difficult it was to hold that image in my mind, or any image other than Corey, naked, unbothered, standing there watching me, knowing I was at least somewhat interested in him. I was a fucking master assassin. I never let my feelings show. I wasn’t even supposed to have feelings.
In my mind, Corey ran a hand down his body, and I followed his movement with my gaze. He toyed with his flat nipple before smoothing his hand over his ribs, then his defined abs, then down further until he was holding his cock. “Watch me,” he said, and I did. I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to see him get off.
My cock was so fucking hard it ached. I slid my good hand up and down, gripping it tightly. Fuck. I was close. I was—
No. I was not going to jerk off thinking about Corey. He was the man I was protecting and nothing more. I didn’t like him, and I sure as hell didn’t want to fuck him, no matter what my mixed-up dick had to say. I was just horny. It had been too long. I needed to set up a night with someone else.
I forced myself to let go of my cock and stumbled to the bathroom for a cold shower. It would feel like hell, and I’d be wide awake, but what was the point of trying to sleep anyway?
7
COREY
Iwoke up with a smile on my face. I’d dreamed about Mr. Marchesi—should I call him Dominic now that he’d seen me naked? In the dream, he’d accepted my proposition, and I encouraged him to lie on the bed while I rode his dick. He’d looked up at me with such intensity, I’d thought it would kill me. I’d woken up before either of us finished, which was probably good. I didn’t want to have to ask for a change of sheets like I was a teenager.
Dom had scowled at me when I’d suggested he stay with me, but I could see the interest in his eyes. He wanted me. I was sure of it. What would it be like to really be with him? Would I get to find out?
Leave him alone. He’s dangerous.
There’s nothing for me to do here. Why not have a fling? It will be fun.
It will be dangerous.
I thought about how scared I’d been the night before. What the hell was I doing watching true crime where someone is stalked and captured? I was living a true crime scenario; I didn’t need to be watching it.
I shivered when I remembered someone had actually been outside. Had they tried to get in? What would have happened if they had succeeded? Maybe I needed to stop thinking so much about sex and focus on staying alive.