Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I trust Oskar. I think I love him. And if we have that chance to build something together, then I’m going to try. It’s not fair to Oskar that I put my past issues on him, and I’ve done everything in my power to make sure that the comparisons don’t interfere with what we have. So while I’m worried, I’m not worried about him. Because he’s done something those other men never did: he fought for me.
Even when I asked him not to.
“So, what’ll it be, Mr. Pierce?” Oskar asks, his rough voice dropping until he sounds like pure sex.
“First, you’re going to text Damon.”
Oskar’s face screws up. “You need to work on your dirty talk.”
I laugh and grab his phone, handing it over. “We don’t know what the team will say about this, but there’ll be questions when it gets out. You need to give him the heads-up that we’re together and I’m no longer your PR manager.”
“Fine.” He lets out a dramatic sigh and types a message. “You can’t help managing me, can you?”
“You know how I like to be in control.”
He hums and tosses his phone on the nightstand. “Now we’re getting to the sexy talk. What do you want to do with me? Spank me? Eat me out? Choke me on your cock?”
“All excellent ideas.” I step in close and brush a soft kiss over his lips. “But just this once, I don’t want to play games. I want to enjoy you and show you what you mean to me.”
“Awww …” Oskar actually fucking pouts. “Stop being cute. I’ll get used to it way too quickly.”
I shove him back onto the bed and crawl up over the top of him. “Get used to it.” I brush a kiss along his jaw. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
He leans up to press his lips to mine. The kiss is slower than usual between us but every bit as claiming. Strong lips, tongues sweeping deep, my hands traveling south to close over his delicious hockey ass as I pull him up against me. There are too many clothes between us, and even though I’m not in a hurry, don’t want to rush this, I need to feel him.
The warm press of skin against mine, his hairy thighs, that gorgeous ink … I want it all.
We keep kissing as I lazily rut against him and strip us out of our clothes. Every inch of skin that’s revealed to me is a temptation for my lips, and when it’s time to remove his pants, I can’t stop myself. My lips trail along the side of his scar, over his jaw, down the column of his neck. I press a kiss to his round shoulder before licking his nipple into my mouth and giving it a sharp bite. He hisses, but I immediately let go to drag my tongue over his delicious abs all the way down to that la petite mort tattoo.
“I’m going to make you la petite mort so hard your vision will black out.”
His smile is crooked. “That’s not how that phrase works, but challenge accepted.”
“Time for the fun zone,” I say, then kneel up and slide his pants off, revealing that tattoo as well. Oskar is incredible. Perfection. Every part of him, from his messy tattoos to his gorgeous muscles to the scar that makes him even sexier than ever—because I know it makes him happy. A shiver ripples through me, and I grip his thighs, grounding myself against the balloon of happiness building in my chest. Then I flip him over and slap his ass cheek hard.
Oskar gasps as a bright red hand mark blooms against his skin, and the sight is so sexy, I do it again, then lean down and bite the spot.
His back muscles pull tight at the pain, but when he lets out a shaky breath, it’s followed by, “Your mouth needs to be a little to the left.”
I lick a stripe against his skin. “Here?”
“More.”
I hum and do it again. “Here?”
“Fuck.” He tilts his hips, arching his back as his body begs me for what he wants. “You know where, asshole.”
I chuckle, then pull his cheeks apart and give him what he wants. Oskar’s moan is sinful, and despite my self-control being pathetic when it comes to him, I somehow manage to stop myself from shoving him down and driving my cock into him. It’s close though, and the more I use my mouth, the more shameless the sounds he’s making become. I’ve teased him about it a hundred times, but I’ll never get tired of how vocal he is.
“You know what you’re missing,” I say, tilting my head to sink my teeth into his hard muscle again. “A tattoo. Right here. That says Property of Lane Pierce.” I lick the bite mark, only half-serious. It’s too early to talk about shit like that, but damn that would turn me on. My name on his skin. That mark of forever that would be more than a dumb set of rings.