Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“Dinner then.”
“I don’t think—”
He pushes himself out of bed and comes up behind me. The warmth of his body permeates mine, and his cock is hard against my back. He nibbles on my earlobe and his hand reaches around and cups my breast. “Not taking no for an answer, kitten. I’ll give you lunch. But dinner? You’re mine.”
I sigh. I don’t have the strength to argue with him, even though I know I should. Except being with him is what my heart wants. What I need. “Dinner. Fine. But for now, I have to get ready for work.”
I step away, and—
In a flash he’s turned me around, pushed me against the wall, lifted me, and set me on his hard cock. Just like that. I moan at the thick feel of him deep inside me. The slight burn at his entry. But I hook my heels into his ass and hang on because I need what he’s giving.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he growls.
I am. “Don’t have time…”
But I’m lost already. Lost in a sea of passion and desire, as he fills me, completes me. I let my eyes flutter closed as he rocks his hips up.
“Look at me, kitten,” he commands. “Don’t let your eyes stray from mine. Watch my eyes as I fuck you.”
I open them instantly, obeying. I don’t obey anyone, but this doesn’t frighten me. He’s the only one who can control me. It was through my heart that I submitted to him. He always took care of me. Satisfied me. By giving in, I loved him. Now? It’s as if nothing changed, as if time had stood still. I want to look at Chance. I want to look into his gorgeous blue depths, and I want to see…
Love.
True love.
True love that was never lost.
But true love that will never be the same…because we aren’t the same. I have secrets.
I push that thought to the side and keep my gaze locked on his as he pumps, pumps, pumps, nudging my clit with each thrust.
My nipples are hard, and his chest hair is teasing them. I want his mouth there, between my legs, everywhere. Our lovemaking last night was beautiful, but we didn’t touch each other enough. He didn’t suck my nipples. I didn’t suck his cock.
And now?
There just isn’t time.
So I take what I can. Stare into those eyes. Capture the love I see there and hold it in my heart.
For in the days to come, I’ll need to remember it. While he wants me, wants all of me, he doesn’t know everything. When he learns the truth, will he want me? Will he want Grady?
That question is why I don’t tell him. Because I can’ risk my own heart, but I won’t risk Grady.
Still, this is fucking, pure and rough. I’ll take what I can. Give it in return. I need it. He’s as lost in me as I am in him. He’s right there with me, and that has me letting go.
I shatter.
I come all over his hard cock, letting the currents flow through me and around me and go crashing into my pussy.
“Yeah, kitten,” he pants out. “Just like that. Come for me.” He plunges into me with one last thrust.
We share the climax, come together, and in that precious moment, I let myself believe that everything will work out fine.
But only for that moment.
Our gazes are still locked, and Chance eases me from the wall, and I slide off his cock.
“You’re so beautiful.” He reaches out and brushes my hair back, as if he can’t stop touching me.
“And you’re magnificent.”
Do his cheeks flush a little at my words? Maybe, or maybe he’s already flushed from our morning workout. Either way, he looks amazing, and I’m more in love with him than ever.
Who am I kidding? I’ve always loved him. How could I not? He gave me Grady.
I swallow. “I… I really have to get to work.”
“Yeah. I understand. I should too. I’ve been way too easy on Austin and Miles lately.” He chuckles.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I kick their asses regularly making them do ranch work.”
“Why?”
He wrinkles his forehead as he grabs his boxers off the floor where he shucked them earlier. “What do you mean why?”
I shrug, grabbing my bra and working my arms through the straps. “You have hands for that.”
He pulls the boxers up so they settle low on his hips. “I do, but I’ve always worked the ranch.”
True. He always said his muscles came from ranch work. “I mean, why are you doing it now? You’re the boss.”
This time he shrugs. “I like it, Avery. It…saved me.”
I raise my eyebrows as I reach behind me and fasten the clasp.
“When you left,” he continues, moving on to his jeans, “I needed something. I found it—or at least something that helped, nothing could replace you—in hard work. Ass-busting work. Now I can’t imagine myself not doing it.”