Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 30858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
My ass hit the cold wood, and he positioned my legs around his waist before slowly sliding into me.
“Oh…” I couldn’t help but moan. “Oh my God…”
“Shhh…” he warned, sliding into me deeper. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to hear.”
“Ahhh…” I couldn’t help it—every inch was more than the last, and he was rubbing his thumb against my clit as if he wanted me to scream our moment aloud.
When he was finally buried deep inside of me, tears of pleasure pricked my eyes, and a scream was seconds away from escaping my lips.
Saving me, he covered my mouth as he thrust in and out of me, but I was still moaning like crazy against his hand.
I begged him to slow down with my gaze, but he refused. He moved at his now torturous, reckless tempo, making me regret ever saying a word about his sex skills.
The bookshelf knocked against the wall, loud enough to startle me, but soft enough that it wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion.
I stared into Nicholas’s eyes as he stared into mine, meeting his hips with every thrust, feeling all the years of angst between us falling away every time our bodies collided.
This was just a release of pent-up lust, though.
It felt like something more…
“I… I…” I felt my pussy throbbing against him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“You what?” he teased, gently moving his hand away from my mouth. “You’re about to let me see you come on this dick?”
“Yes…”
“Good girl.” He suddenly slowed down and thrust into me harder, catching me off guard and sending me over the edge.
As if he knew what was coming, he covered my mouth—muffling his name as it ripped out of my throat.
He reached his release seconds later, and we remained panting and entwined, both trying to steady our breaths.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
All I could do was nod.
He slowly moved out of me and lifted me onto the bed. Then he took off the condom and tossed it away.
I expected him to lie beside me, but he didn’t.
Instead, he walked over to his fallen pants and pulled out another condom before moving on top of me.
“Grab the headboard for me,” he whispered against my skin. “Now.”
“For what?”
“Because.” He grabbed my hands and placed them where he wanted. “I’m about to punish you for the rest of the night, for making me sleep on the floor…”
15B
NICHOLAS
Hours later
Jenna stared at me, her skin still slick with sweat, her shoulders marred with bites from my mouth.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“No.” The look on her face gave it away, so I rolled her on top of me.
“I’m listening.”
“It’s nothing, Mr.—”
“Nicholas.” I smiled. “Surely, you don’t think you should be calling me that right now…”
“Right.” She blushed. “When exactly did you talk to my dad about marrying me?”
I froze; I hadn’t expected that at all.
I still owe Brandon a broken jaw for letting that slip…
“When?” She pressed. “On the plane while I was sleeping? Or maybe he had the timeline confused?”
“He didn’t.” I brushed a few strands away from her forehead. “I did it when you were auditioning the final wife for me—Laura. I had a feeling she wouldn’t work out, and I hoped you would, so—”
“Knowing how traditional your father is, I figured I’d ask and fly down and back to get an answer. If it worked out, great. If it didn’t, I could always say I never actually proposed, and no one would ever know the difference.”
“I don’t recall telling you much about my dad.”
“Well, you did,” he said. “And contrary to what you think, I listen to everything you say.”
“Oh.” She exhaled slowly as I pressed my cock against her pussy for the umpteenth time tonight. “Well, for what it’s worth, my dad seems super impressed with you.”
“Most people usually are.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay, then.” I pressed a kiss against her neck and pushed her down onto me all at once. “Let’s fix that then, shall we?”
16
JENNA
Christmas morning
Iwoke up alone in bed the next afternoon, sheets tangled and the room still faintly warm from what Nicholas and I had done in it. My body protested when I sat up, every movement a reminder I wasn’t ready to think about yet.
I checked the bathroom for him, already irritated by the empty space where he should’ve been.
Before I could call him, the sound of his laughter carried down the hallway—easy, unguarded—followed by voices that didn’t belong to us.
I took a quick shower and pulled on a sweater and leggings, forcing myself into something resembling composure before following the sound of him toward the living room.
Then I stalled in the doorway.
My aunts were setting the table with pies and casseroles. My cousins had pulled Nicholas into a game of Jenga amidst their opened presents. My father and stepmom watched it all like this was exactly how Christmas morning was supposed to look.