Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
She sags as I cover her mouth with mine—gently, at first. I pull back when she tries to deepen it, making her slow down.
Her lips are soft and warm, her mouth hot and wet. I slide my tongue past her lips and roll mine around hers. She moans in my mouth and arches her back, her body craving contact like mine.
But if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way. And I have no desire to hurry.
I release her hands as I break the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. We struggle together to catch our breath and put the frazzled pieces of our brains back together.
“That’ll work,” she says, chuckling.
I stand and step back. My body buzzes with need and energy—nearly bursting with anticipation of what’s to come. Hopefully.
She smiles brightly, eager to continue. But again, I have to slow her down.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask her.
“Hell yes, I am.”
“What if one of us falls for the other?” I ask. “Then what?”
I stand before her, ready to peel her out of that dress. Somehow, I find a shred of self-restraint and hold on to it for dear life.
She smirks. “I’m not going to fall for you, Banks.”
I smile back at her. “I was talking about me.”
She sucks in a breath, her shoulder blades digging into the wall.
“I’m not going to apologize for wanting you when this is over,” I say.
“You don’t know you’ll still want me.”
“Oh, baby, I do.”
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “You see, that’s the beauty of an orgasm, Banks. It drains all of that desire right out of you, and you can go on with your life.”
“But, you see, Sara—it’s not that easy for me. Not with you.”
“I … I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I grin. “You know what? I don’t, either. I can’t believe these words are coming out of my mouth. Trust me, it takes a lot to surprise me when it comes to words I say because I say a lot of stupid shit without thinking about it.”
She laughs, her defenses crumbling.
“But I don’t know. There’s just something about you,” I say. “It makes absolutely no sense because you clearly don’t want anything more than my cock.”
She giggles, the sound warming my heart.
She searches my face for something to go off, something to hold on to. She’s looking for a chink in my armor that she can use to finagle her way out of this. I’m not giving her the opportunity.
I take a step back again to give her room to think.
“I don’t want this to be it between us. I want this to be a part of it,” I say.
A grin settles on her face. “I’m not sure what to do with that.”
“You don’t have to do anything with it. I’m not pushing you for anything. I mean, I’ll be your fake fiancé, but that’s it.”
She laughs.
“But know that when tomorrow rolls around, I’m going to be very, very interested in you. More than I am now.”
She runs her fingers over the scruff dusting my cheeks.
Why isn’t she answering me? Why is she silent? Is she laughing at me, thinking this is a prank? A joke?
“Don’t get me wrong—I’m so interested in you right now that it hurts.” I press myself against her so she can feel how hard I am. “Like it actually hurts.”
She peers up into my eyes. “It’s a good thing I know how to make it stop hurting.”
My God.
She fumbles with the button on my jeans.
Is this what I want? Wasn’t I trying to avoid this, knowing I’d possibly fall for her?
My skin feels too tight, like I might burst out of it from anticipation. She’s making me weak. Her fingers brushing over my cock is enough to make me almost lose it. It’s been too fucking long. The sight of the tops of her tits rising from the silky fabric of the dress inches me another notch closer to being unable to contain myself. And she’s so fucking hot.
Screw it. I’m only a man.
“I need to lock the doors,” I say, groaning at the impending delay.
Her fingers pause. Her knuckles rest against my groin. “Why?”
“Because I’ve interrupted my brothers so many times that it’s karma that one of them will walk in here. It’s how the world works. Don’t ask me why.”
“Well, can you hurry?”
I smile. “I’ll lock the front; you lock the back.”
She turns and races down the hallway. “Get your ass moving, Sparkles.”
I laugh, a smile planted on my face, and head to the front door.
16
Sara
“But you should just know that when we’re done, I’m going to be very, very interested in you. More than I am now.”
The lock turns with a click.
My insides burn, a chaotic mess of thoughts, possibilities, and feelings crashing together to create a dizzying experience. The only kind of feelings I like.