Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
"Gee," she huffs at me. "I wonder why?"
A flicker of guilt rushes through me. I should have considered the ramifications of announcing that we were dating more carefully. I knew the media would jump on it, but I honestly expected them to have moved along by now. Clearly, the fuck not.
This story isn't dying out nearly fast enough. If anything, it seems to be growing by the day.
"I'll take care of it," I promise. "But you aren't staying here alone tonight. You can either come back to my place, or I'll stay with you." Either way, I'm not leaving her here with the fucking paparazzi camped nine deep on her doorstep. Fuck that noise.
"That is not going to help matters," she groans, eyes wide.
"I'll have security here before I leave tomorrow," I promise, scowling at the paparazzi as we drive past. They immediately start snapping photos and shouting questions at us. One shoves a goddamn microphone up against the window like we're really going to shout a soundbite back at him. Moron.
"Your game," she whispers, her face falling like she just remembered it.
"Yeah. We fly out tomorrow."
"How long will you be gone?"
"We'll be back on Friday."
I pull up her driveway, relieved when none of the vultures try to follow us onto her property. They're invasive as hell, but they know how trespassing laws work. Put enough of them in jail for coming onto private property, and eventually, they get the point.
I park right outside her door, killing the engine. "Bye Week is next week. We'll have three days of practice, and then the rest of the week is ours." I turn toward her, my eyes locked on her face. "Just so we're clear, I intend to spend every goddamn minute of it with you, butterfly."
"Oh, really?"
"Mmhmm."
"Well, I'll have to check my schedule. I'm a busy star, you know."
I narrow my eyes, which makes her laugh.
"But I suppose I can fit you in somewhere between the glitz of the recording studio and the glamor of…no, actually, there's nothing glamorous about practice," she says. "But you can come."
"You're saying all my favorite things right now, Nadia."
Her brows furrow with confusion.
"Fitting me in. Coming." I smirk, waggling my brows. "I'm not hearing anything here that sounds like a bad time to me, baby."
"Oh, yeah?" She unlatches her seatbelt, crawling halfway across the console to plant her hands against my chest. "Then you're going to love what I say next, Teo."
"Say it," I growl as she leans down, pressing her lips next to my ear.
"Come inside," she breathes before nipping my throat.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I growl, my dick immediately turning to steel as I palm her ass.
We barely make it over the threshold before I've got her pinned to the front door, running my hands all over her gorgeous body again. Christ, I can't believe all of this is mine. I can't believe we're here. I can't believe she's looking at me like she is right now.
"Kiss me," I breathe, boosting her up in my arms to straddle me.
I don't have to tell her twice. Her lips come down on mine as I slip my hand between us, raking her dress up her thighs. In seconds, I've got her panties out of the way, and my fingers between her legs.
She squirms beneath my touch, her needy clit swollen and aching already. She's so fucking wet already, still soaked with a combination of our juices. Something about that is damn sexy.
"Teo," she moans, throwing her head back against the door.
"Quiet, butterfly. They'll hear you."
"Don't care. Keep doing that."
"You mean this?" I grind my thumb against her clit, making her gasp and shake. "Or this?" I press two fingers inside her, curling them up to stroke that sweet spot deep inside.
She shouts my name, clawing at my shoulders as she comes undone around my fingers, mewling like a little kitten. Goddamn, that sound. This moment. Her. This right here is everything.
"I love you," I breathe against her ear.
She gasps, her eyes flying open wide.
"Maybe I'm not supposed to say it yet. I don't fucking care. It's true, butterfly. I never stopped. I love you."
"Teo." Tears well in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Every single minute of the last six years, my heart was yours. I love you too."
"Christ," I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. I was wrong a second ago. This is everything. Her. Those words ringing around us. This is peace. And goddamn, it's beautiful.
I kiss her again, stroking that sweet spot. She gasps and mewls, flying right back to the edge for me. So responsive. So fucking sweet.
"Take my cock out, butterfly," I whisper against her lips.
She's an inventive girl. She doesn't even use her hands, instead tugging my sweats down with her feet against my ass. My cock springs free, the hard bastard immediately pointing toward her perfect pussy.