Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She cries out, her body sagging between me and the wall, requiring me to hold her up, which is my greatest honor, my mouth chanting words into her ear, praising words, while my right fingers continue to milk her through the climax, sneaking in occasionally to experience the clench I want so badly to feel around my dick, careful to keep my touch shallow. When finally July goes boneless, I hold her up in the crook of my left arm. Pulling up her panties with my other hand and adjusting her skirt to cover her delectable ass.
“I’m coming over again,” I say into her neck. “I want to spend every goddamn minute I can with you.”
“Then don’t leave this time,” she whispers, looking back at me over her shoulder.
I open my mouth to make the promise.
But as much as I long to say the words, they refuse to come out.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
July
This morning, I never expected to have Theo back in my apartment. Here he is, though, taking up every inch of space in my living room—and my head.
My nerves endings are like little live wires flapping around, ready to start a fire the second he touches me. I’m aware of things about myself that I usually take for granted. Like, how fast I’m breathing. How quickly my heart picks up tempo when he comes within reaching distance of me. My panties are molded to me, soaked in his pleasure. I just rode in a cab in this state of post-orgasm breathlessness, while Theo never took his eyes off me once, his intensity blanketing everything in my new world. Turning everything a deep purple. Keeping me balanced on the balls of my feet.
Dierdre…hell, anyone would tell me this is bad. This hot, prickling awareness of Theo. This state of not knowing what will happen next, my body and heart on high alert.
But he’s standing two feet away from me and I’m already craving more of his presence. I’m magnetized by his unpredictability and darkness. I’ve never had either. I’ve never been someone’s obsession. I’ve never had someone be my obsession. And from so many angles, I’m sure this entire situation appears to be risky, but there’s a whisper in the back of my mind telling me he’s worth the risk and a hell of a lot more.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
He slips his phone out of his pocket, casually turning it over in his hand, his attention burning a path up my thighs. “I’ll take care of food. You go change.”
I shouldn’t like being told what to do, right?
I’m going to let it slide because he suggested exactly what I want.
Maybe that’s why I enjoy being commanded by him. His wishes echo mine.
“Okay.” I move on slightly shaky legs to my bedroom, toeing off my flats and stripping out of my clothes. I pile my hair on top of my head in a knot and take a quick shower in my ensuite bathroom, applying deodorant and dabs of perfume while the steam settles around me. Then, back in my bedroom, I pick out a simple pair of black underwear, then return to the drawer to swap them for a frilly silk emerald pair. I choose a white, worn-in nightshirt that makes me comfortable, but still shows a lot of leg and molds to my breasts like a second skin.
I’m tempted to wait in the bedroom for my nipples to soften, but as long as Theo is in my apartment, staring at me with the obvious desire to sleep together, I don’t think they ever will—and I doubt he’ll complain. With a deep breath, I emerge from the hallway and find him sitting on the couch, hands clasped loosely between his legs, his eyes on me as I enter the room. As if he was just staring at the end of the hallway this whole time, waiting for me to return. Not looking at his phone or the television. Just…waiting.
“What did you order?”
“Thai,” he said, his deep voice rippling across the room.
“Perfect. That’s exactly what I wanted.”
He nods slowly, tongue tucking into the corner of his mouth. “Someone named Dierdre is texting you nonstop.” He points to my phone where it sits on the coffee table. “You might want to answer her before she calls the cops.”
“Mmm.” Wincing, I take a few steps forward and pick up the device, tapping out a quick proof of life message to Dierdre. “You met her in the bar. Don’t you remember?”
“Baby, my mind has been wiped clean of anything but you in that fucking skirt.”
“Oh,” I breathe, my tummy flipping dramatically. “I hope you’re not offended. She just thinks she has the right to say whatever she wants. And often does.”
He gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “What did you tell her?”
I hold up my phone to read back the exact message. “Everything is fine, I promise.” I chew my lip, before reciting the next part. “I’ll give you a full rundown tomorrow.”