Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
This conversation is going just as I wanted it to. I anticipated that she’d want to steer clear of partnering with Carden if she was interested in me on a personal level.
It may break Jameson’s heart not to get his hands on Krista’s half of Sweet Indulgence, but he’ll get over it. He’ll have to.
I reach down to cup her hand in mine. “Tell me what you want, Greer.”
Silently, she scans my face. Her gaze locks on mine. “I know you said that you’re not interested in more than what happened at the beach.”
“That was then. This is now.” I kiss her palm lightly. “You said the same to me.”
“This is now. That was then,” she says, smiling brightly.
“I want to see where this could go,” I admit. “I want to take you to dinner, lunch, drinks. I want to talk to you, laugh with you, and fuck… I want to fuck you again.”
“To be clear,” she starts before she plants a soft kiss on my chin. “I’m not partnering with Carden. I won’t approve a deal between you and Krista.”
“Understood.” I smile broadly.
She bites the corner of her bottom lip. “You don’t have to look so happy about it.”
I fake a frown. “Is that better?”
“Your brother will be upset, won’t he?” she asks, genuine concern in her tone.
“For a split second.” I kiss her cheek. “He’ll get over it.”
“Krista will, too,” she says, but I hear the uncertainty in the words. “She’ll have to.”
“Do you have another partner in mind?”
Shrugging both shoulders, she gives her head a shake. “Not yet, but I’ll contact a few people who may be interested.”
“No one who swims naked in pools, right?” I tease.
She kisses my jaw softly. “Definitely no one like you.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Greer
I undressed him before I let him get his hands on me. Peeling back each layer of his clothing to reveal his glorious body left me in awe.
Holden Sheppard is magnificent.
I look up from where I’m kneeling. I’ve been here, pleasuring him with my lips, mouth, and teeth since I tugged his boxer briefs down.
His cock was hard and aching for attention, so I couldn’t resist.
He drags a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face. “If you keep doing what you’re doing, I’ll come down your throat.”
I circle the crown with my tongue, smiling as I do. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”
“It is if I want to fuck you in the next two minutes.”
He tugs on my hair, encouraging me to stand. I enjoy one last lingering lick along the length of him before I oblige and push up to my feet.
“I was having fun,” I say, pretending to be upset.
He sees right through me. “Lose your clothes and you’ll have even more fun.”
“You want me to strip?” I tease with a fingertip poised on my bottom lip. “Right here. Right now.”
He glances around his bedroom. It’s as stunning as the rest of his apartment. The king size bed is the anchor of the far wall. A white tiled fireplace faces it on the opposing wall. Beautiful art and a stylish silver lamp are the only accessories the space needs. It’s minimalistic but still impressive.
“Now, Greer.” He leaves me where I am to stalk toward a dresser near the bed. After sliding the top drawer open, he pulls out a condom package.
When he turns to face me again, he’s still as hard as stone. His face is etched with raw need. It’s exactly what I feel inside.
He rakes me from head to toe. “Get naked.”
“Help me?” I ask because I want to see his expression as he exposes every part of me.
He steps toward me. As he gets closer, he places the corner of the condom package between his teeth.
His hands get busy tugging my T-shirt over my head before he unclasps the front of my bra.
“I need a minute,” he growls, the condom package falling to the floor. “To suck on this.”
His lips circle my right nipple. The sensation is so overwhelming that it makes my knees weak. I stumble forward a step.
That stops what he’s doing. He pops back up to kiss me hard. “I’m aching for you, Greer. Nothing feels as good as fucking you.”
It’s the same for me. Sex with this man is my bliss.
I tug on the button on my jeans to free it, before I grab hold of the zipper pull. His hand swats mine away. As he takes over sliding my pants down, he drops to a knee to trail kisses over the skin of my thigh.
My hands fall to his hair. I rake my fingers through it, feeling a sense of calmness that I haven’t felt since I left him in East Hampton.
When he looks up, there’s a soft smile on his lips. He doesn’t need to tell me what this means to him. I feel it, too.