Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“I’m thinking about how amazing that was,” he tells me. “And how certain I am that I just put a child inside of you. I’m thinking that I waited all my life for this moment and now that it’s here, it’s better than I ever imagined. Why, Jade, what are you thinking?”
“About us,” I say, kissing his sweat-dappled chest. “About our future. About everything. And about …”
Yasmin, I leave unfinished.
He flinches slightly, growing tense, and then lays another kiss on my forehead.
“I know,” he whispers. “It’s not ideal. But we’ll tell her, don’t worry. We’ll make this right.”
I shift my thighs, his seed still cooling on my skin, my hole sex-sore and yet somehow hungry for another session.
I don’t tell him that telling Yasmin is what I’m worried about.
I don’t tell him that I’m certain it’s going to bring this whole thing crumbling down.
Instead, I push all of that deep down, focusing on the magical perfection of this moment, my body pushed nakedly up against the man I’ve been crushing on since I was a young girl.
His words ring out in my mind.
Better than I ever imagined.
Yep, I have to say I agree, one hundred freaking percent.
“Jamie, we’re going to be okay, aren’t we?”
“Okay?” he growls, kissing me hotly while making patterns in my hair. “We’re going to be better than okay, princess. We’re going to fucking fly. We’re going to soar. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I …”
He trails off.
I love you?
Was he going to freaking say I love you?
But then he grows quiet with a rumbling sigh, and I’m content to just lie in his arms.
Chapter Seventeen
Jamie
The day after Jade gives herself to me, I sit in my office staring at my computer screen wondering if I’ll ever be able to focus again.
After the mind-blowing sex – when she proved that her body knew exactly what to do – she lay in my arms for a long time. I was content to just feel her presence beside me, her body pushed up against mine, eager to listen to the pattern of her breathing.
The only sour point was when I almost blurted out I love you.
I know how nervous she is about telling Yasmin.
Adding that to the equation will only complicate things.
But we’re going to have to tell Yasmin as soon as she gets back because my seed is roaring inside of me, telling me that we did it last night, we fucking impregnated her virgin pussy.
Well, not a virgin anymore.
I stare at the report on my laptop screen, trying not to let the figures warp into shapes of Jade.
Leaving her this morning was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, up there with winning MMA belts and conquering the business world.
I’d fight and beat a thousand men in the cage if I meant I got to spend a few more minutes in bed with her, savoring the sound of her breath, the sweat cooling on her sex-ravaged skin.
I’m about to sink into thoughts of last night – which are impossible to outrun, which I don’t want to outrun – when there’s a heavy knock at my door.
It’s the sort of knock that tells me trouble is on the way.
Immediately my thoughts are flung to the women in my life, Jade and Yasmin.
I leap to my feet, fists already clenched, instincts already growing sharp and razor-pointed, my focus becoming clear.
“Yes?” I call.
Jones pushes the door open.
The stiff backed ex-military man strides briskly across the wide open office. His flat face is pinched as though in discomfort, and his arms aren’t behind his back like they usually are when he comes to give me some run-of-the-mill report. His hands hang at his sides, as though needing something to do.
“Sir, there’s a situation,” he says.
“Tell me,” I snap.
“I’m sorry to say a group of men have Jade Clark held as a hostage at the restaurant where she works as a waitress,” he says. “They say they’ll only let her go once you – and only you – go in there to get her, unarmed and alone. It’s clearly bait, boss. They want to draw you in and kidnap you, instead of her. You’re more valuable. I’ve drawn up a strategy to—”
His words take a while to hit me with their full effect, a veil of disbelief falling over my office until I finally snap out of it.
“A strategy?” I roar, already marching around the desk. “The only strategy I’ve got now is to march in there—alone and unarmed.”
“Sir, that really isn’t a good idea. Initial reports tell us that there are at least eight of them, maybe more.”
“There could be eight hundred, Jones,” I snarl. “It makes no fucking difference.”
I stride from the office, breath loud in my ears, telling myself – telling the world – that there’s no damn way I’m letting them take Jade from me when I’ve only so recently gotten my hands on her.