Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Oh?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t feel like baggage to me. I’m not afraid of it. I want it. The circumstances are tricky, though. You’re my only viable option and correct me if I’m wrong, but…I think I’m yours.”
I didn’t reply. Was he—did he want…did he want what I thought he wanted?
Shit, I was nervous. And that was crazy. This was Mason Trinsky, for fuck’s sake. He was an annoying asswipe who loved riling me up for no reason whatsoever. So what if he happened to be built like a Mack truck?
“So you’re playing nice with delicious Mexican food on a beautiful day at the beach to get in my pants,” I stated, proud that my voice didn’t crack or waver.
He flashed that wicked grin again. “Something like that. What do you think? Should we get this out of our systems? You can still hate me if you want. I won’t be offended.”
He wouldn’t be. Nothing would change between us.
This could be about physical release and sating mutual curiosity. Sure, it was strange that after years of putting sex on the back burner, I’d found myself drawn to Trinsky, but maybe that was because he elicited strong responses from me. I was calm and collected under pressure and yet…this guy always seemed to get to me.
Maybe I needed to get this out of my system too.
A tingling sensation zinged at the base of my spine. Fuck, this wasn’t smart.
Or was it? There was no way in hell he’d tell anyone about this. I could trust him.
One more time.
“Let’s do it.”
15
TRINSKY
Seriously? No pushback? No wise words about bad decisions affecting our careers? No reminder that I was his least favorite person on the planet? I supposed there was no point in overstating the obvious…except, that was something Jake tended to do.
I tilted my chin curiously. “Just like that?”
“Yes. We have to decide how far we want to go, but—”
“All the way.”
Jake widened his eyes. “Uh…all the way? I don’t think so. I mean, I guess I could top you if—”
“No, no. It’ll be the other way around,” I intercepted, stacking plates on top of the platter as I stood. “I did the research and I’ve had anal experience with some women, so I probably know more about what goes where.”
He huffed in exasperation. “Dick in ass, asshole. Congratulations. You’re a genius.”
“I know, right? Grab the guac for me, will ya? We’re not feeding the damn seagulls.”
I headed for the kitchen and dumped the dirty dishes onto the counter, only slightly bummed that I’d missed Jake’s openmouthed sputtering. Hey, I hadn’t set out to aggravate him on purpose. Well…not all the time, but I’d admit that sparring with him gave me a rush like nothing else.
Look at me now. Blood zipped through my veins, pounding in my ears and making my dick pulse in my shorts. I adjusted my semi as I turned to Jake and whipped my T-shirt over my head.
He caught my tee one-handed and set the bowl of guac on the island. “Keep your clothes on, Trinsky. We have to talk about this—establish boundaries—”
“And safe words. I call Cheerios.”
Jake heaved a put-upon sigh. “Number one, there will be no reason for a safe word. I’m not signing up for anything kinky.”
“Oh, I can change your mind. I could paddle your ass or tie you up.”
“Not happening. Number two, could you please be serious?”
“Nope. Serious only works if you’re trying to make a sexy move on your partner. Since you’re a sure thing, I don’t have to woo you, tell you that you’re so hot or whatever the fuck. We can get to the good stuff. Bam! You know what I mean?”
He scratched his temple. “Uh, yeah. That’s true, but no going too fast and if one of us is uncomfortable with anything, we stop, no questions asked.”
“I’m gonna have questions.”
“You’ll have to hold them.”
“Hmph. What if my questions are important?” I countered. “Neither of us has done anything we’re thinking of doing with a man. If it’s too much or too little, I won’t know unless you speak up.”
“Okay, that’s fair,” he conceded.
“Good. I have a question.” I raised my hand like an eager first grader. “Are you planning on wearing that suit all afternoon?”
Jake slid his suit jacket off his broad shoulders and draped it over a barstool before unbuttoning his oxford shirt. He pulled the fabric open, exposing his smooth, toned chest. His abs rippled as he curled his fingers around his belt buckle, and I was practically salivating as his hand drifted to his zipper
Filthy thoughts of my cum spurting on his chest blindsided me and made me weak in the knees. If I’d had any last-second doubts, they were gone now.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
“This way,” I grunted and headed for the stairs.
My bedroom was huge. It literally took up most of the third floor and had a super-high ceiling. It also boasted incredible ocean views, visible from the ginormous California king bed. This room had more “me” in it than the rest of the house. I didn’t care about the ugly granite kitchen counters, but I couldn’t wake up to gold-leaf wallpaper or the statue of Aphrodite that the former owners had left behind. My mom had bought a navy duvet for me and hung a bunch of framed beach photos on the white walls. It was minimalist and soothing.