Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
My pleas are ignored with a deep stroke from his fingers, with him sucking my clit between his lips.
I writhe under his control, feeling naïve at this level of pleasure.
“Stop trying to get away from me...” He grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders. Then his mouth returns to my pussy, trapping me in an ecstasy I can’t escape.
I’m so close to the edge, so close to feeling what I’ve always wanted, and then...
“Oh my God...” My entire body trembles and heat explodes inside me all at once.
I feel him hold me as I shake, feel him pressing kisses against my skin.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “You look fucking beautiful coming for me...”
I’m not sure how long I lie suspended between bliss and disbelief, but when I open my eyes, he’s pulling a condom from his pocket.
I take a few deep breaths, and his eyes meet mine.
“Hope you don’t think that’s the only time you’ll come for me tonight,” he says.
“Wait.” I sit up. “Wait a minute...”
He arches a brow. “Something wrong?”
“Yes... I need to tell you something.”
“At this exact moment?”
“Yes...”
“Okay.” He sets the condom on the desk. “I’m listening.”
“Well, it’s kind of hard.”
“It’s very hard.” He glances at his cock, then back at me.
My cheeks flush red, but I don’t break.
“So, I’ve done this before with a few boyfriends—and a few other things too—”
“I can assure you I don’t give a single fuck about your dating history, Scarlett...”
“I’ve never had full-blown sex before, though.” The words rush from my mouth. “It’s gotten close, but I always panic—like stage fright or something—so I...”
He blinks.
“I just thought you should know,” I say. “Sex with you will be my first time.”
“So, on top of everything else we just attempted to sort out—all of your piecemeal bullshit that somehow keeps getting worse and worse…” He speaks slowly. “You’re a virgin?”
I nod. “But it doesn’t change anything between us. I do want to have sex with you—right now—and I know I won’t regret it.”
“Okay.” He steps back and pulls up his pants. He zips them up and stuffs the condom into his pocket.
He grabs his blazer from the chair and strolls out of the room without ever looking back.
And he doesn’t return.
DISCOVERY (N.):
A PHASE OF PRETRIAL PROCEDURE IN A LAWSUIT IN WHICH EACH PARTY, THROUGH THE LAW OF CIVIL PROCEDURE, CAN OBTAIN EVIDENCE FROM OTHER PARTIES.
JAMESON
Why the hell didn’t I see this shit before?
I should’ve known from the moment her crazy ass jumped into my car and lied to whoever she was talking to on the phone that she deserved to be persona non grata.
That whatever attraction we had for each other would end in tears.
Hers, not mine.
I’m usually willing to look past someone’s secrets since no one is perfect, but the virgin shit is a bridge too fucking far and it drives my entire list off a cliff.
Twenty years old.
College student.
Very impressive liar. (I actually admire that.)
Virgin.
VIRGIN.
On the one hand, I’m glad she told me about her virginity.
On the other, if I’d gone through with it, it would’ve been the first time I’d had sex in months. But then she was bound to get emotional, attached, and needy, and I didn’t have time for that.
Ever.
Sighing, I flip through a docket for one of my longest ongoing cases and click a pen.
When I’m halfway through underlining the newest motions, my phone sounds with a new text message.
Scarlett
Hey...
I haven’t heard from you this week...
Are you ignoring me?
Yes.
I delete her text message and continue working.
Scarlett
I’ve called you three times and I know you’re reading my texts.
Could you at least answer?
No.
Two weeks pass without another text or call from Scarlett, and I trust that to mean she’s let it go and that she’ll disappear without another word.
I’m just waiting on my brain to get the memo and stop slipping her into my daydreams and shower streams every possible moment.
And I have no idea why a part of me is loathing the thought of her being with someone else.
Some other guy fucking her first…
“I’m heading home early tonight.” Rachel pokes her head through my door. “See you tomorrow.”
“It’s only six o’clock, Rachel.”
“Hence the word ‘early.’” She pulls on a pair of shades. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
“Early as well?”
“Ha! No.” She laughs and disappears down the hallway.
I return to my reading and hear a thumping sound.
Ignoring it, I flip the page, but it becomes louder with each passing second.
Looking up, I spot Scarlett knocking her fist against my doorway.
“I could’ve sworn I had you reassigned to another building...” I say.
“I’m filling in for someone who called in.” She glares at me. “I heard you’re also reconsidering the clerical job you offered me here?”
“Yes, but that’s not final, and whatever happens, it’s not personal.”
“Bullshit.” She hisses.
“Scarlett...” I look her up and down out of habit, hating the fact that even dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she turns me on within half a second.