Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 41105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
I come with his name on my lips, his cock still serving me sensual strokes. The orgasm hits me in rolling waves, my body clenching around him as I forget every rule I’ve ever lived by. He finds his release moments later.
As I’m struggling to breathe, my phone buzzes against the counter.
Kylie…
Ryder pushes it out of my reach, then slides out of me.
He leans in, lips grazing my ear. “You think I’m done with you?”
“Turn around,” he commands.
“Huh?” I pant. “Why?”
“So I can finish fucking you and make sure that this is the very last time that you have the audacity to lie to me about where you really are…”
End of Episode 6
No Going Back
EPISODE 7
Ryder
Autumn collapses against the bar, her fingers clawing at the counter’s edge.
The taste of her skin lingers on my lips, and with every breath she takes, I’m reminded of all the reasons why I should’ve never let this woman get so close to me.
Then again, there’s no point in dwelling on decisions after they’ve already been made.
Pushing away those thoughts, the look in Chester’s eyes when he saw me here suddenly crosses my mind. His irises weren’t brimming with uncontrollable rage as usual; they were radiating with worry.
He’s not telling me something...
“I need you to say that you won’t lie to me again, Autumn.” I steady her before she can fall to the floor.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” I grip her waist tighter. “You will lie again?”
“I won’t…”
“Good.” I gently push her off me and smooth her dress into place before readjusting my pants.
Her phone is still vibrating against the counter, but she doesn’t move to grab it.
Spinning her around to face me, I brush a few strands of hair away from her forehead.
“For the record,” I say. “This isn’t how I planned to have you the first time.”
“In that case, you should be aware that I wasn’t planning to ever have sex with you at all.”
I smile. “I appreciate your sense of humor.”
“Do you ever laugh about the fact that your friend literally calls you ‘the devil’?”
“All the time.”
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Her phone sounds yet again.
“Should I ask for a permission slip for where I’m going next?” she says.
“As long as it won’t be inside another bar or a club, we won’t have a problem.”
“You’re not joking, are you?”
“No, Autumn.” I keep my voice firm. “I’m not.”
The buzzing is starting to sound louder.
“You should answer your friend.” I look over at her cell phone. “It might be an emergency.”
She slips away from me and picks it up. Hesitating for a few seconds, she keeps her eyes on mine as she answers.
“Sorry about that, Kylie. What’s going on?” She pauses. “What do you mean you can’t get past the right exit?”
“No, I can meet you that way instead,” she says. “Be there as fast as I can… Okay, I won’t. Bye.”
Without saying a word, I slip an arm around her waist and escort her to the door and outside.
Washington’s wet winds whip our faces as one of my men pulls her car in front of us.
“Can you promise no one from your staff will follow me?” Autumn asks.
I don’t answer that. “I caught the last of what my ‘friend’ said to you when I came in,” I say, “and although I don’t agree with his delivery, he has a point about recklessness. You shouldn’t get drunk in public again, and I own plenty of other bars in the city that you’d enjoy far better than this one.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t bombard me with questions. Instead, she waits for me to open the driver’s side door and then slides behind the wheel.
“I look out for every player on my team,” I say, switching on her headlights, “whether they like it or not.”
“What happens when they don’t want to play the game anymore?”
“I’ve never run into that issue.”
“But if you do?”
“Drive safely, Autumn.” I steal one last glance of her beautiful face. “Call me if you need anything.”
She stares at me as I shut the door, and for a moment, she looks as if she’s about to stay here with me, but she eventually shifts gears and pulls past me.
Unable to turn away, I watch her drive out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
Seconds later, one of my men follows from a distance.
The days of letting her drive to her next destination alone were already numbered, but now they’re nonexistent.
When I slide behind the wheel of my car, Chester is sitting in the passenger seat.
“We don’t need to ride back to the estate together,” I say. “Feel free to get out and return the same way you came.”
“I let one of the other guys use my car for a sudden errand.”
“How convenient.” I crank the engine and speed onto the highway.
Several miles later, when he’s cleared his throat for the umpteenth time, I finally give him my attention.