Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Falling to my back, I stare at the dark ceiling and wait, but when Jace doesn’t make a sound or a move to come to bed, annoyance curls in the pit of my stomach.
“You do realize that if she comes back in here and you’re not in bed with me, I’m the one who’s going to have to deal with her wrath, right?”
“I can’t hear you. I’m sleeping,” he says quietly, and the humor in his voice does nothing but make me more annoyed.
“Come to bed, Jace,” I bite out, throwing a pillow in his direction.
“All right, all right, you just had to ask.” I hear him moving around, then see his shadow before the bed dips.
“You couldn’t think of anything else to say when she asked why you were sleeping on the floor?” I hiss while I scoot to the edge of the bed as far away from him as I can get, which isn’t far, because the bed is so flipping small, and he’s so fricking giant.
“She caught me off guard.”
“Seriously?”
“What? It sounded believable.”
“So make me the bad guy. Right. You couldn’t have said you’re a dick and upset with me, so you decided to sleep on the floor?”
“Even if I’m pissed, I wouldn’t choose to sleep on the floor if a woman is in my bed, doll, so my explanation was more believable.”
“Whatever,” I huff, shoving pillows between us. “Just stay on your side of the bed.”
“Did you just build a pillow fort between us? Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” I hear the smile in his voice, and I roll my eyes.
“Yes, I’m very concerned I might strangle you in my sleep.”
“Strangle, hm? I like a little breath play.” He chuckles, and I bite back a smile, because seriously, this guy is too much.
“Just go to sleep.”
“Okay, love muffin.”
“And stop with the nicknames.” I lie back down and drag my blanket up over my head, hoping I’ll be able to go back to sleep quickly.
“I will when I find the perfect one,” he says, sounding thoughtful, and I sigh.
“You’re annoying. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No,” he replies, and I’m sure he’s not lying.
“That’s because everyone else is afraid you’ll fire them.”
“Probably, but you’re not.”
“Nope,” I confirm, then feel the bed move.
“Night, Penny.”
Letting out a breath, I close my eyes, then whisper, “Night, Jace.”
I know even before I open my eyes that I’m in trouble. Or maybe I knew that subconsciously last night when Jace got into bed with me. The pillow fort I built to keep us separated is long-gone, and now we are both in the middle of the bed.
He’s behind me, my head pillowed by his bicep, and his other hand is cupping my breast while his groin presses into my bottom.
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to ignore the fact that my body is on fire and that his cock feels seriously huge pressed up against my ass.
I already knew he was hot. I did not need to know he is so well-endowed.
Needing to get away from him, I quickly untangle myself from his hold and get out of bed. He doesn’t wake up, which is a relief. I don’t think I’d be able to look at him again if he saw my face right now. I’m sure with one glance he’d be able to read all the dirty thoughts going through my mind.
Stealthily, I go to the bathroom and lock both doors before I turn on the cold water. I splash some on my face, hoping to cool my overheated skin and wash away the lust still fogging up my brain. It’s been years since I’ve felt even a hint of desire, and the last thing I need right now is for my body to take over all my rational thoughts.
And worse, in this situation, I don’t even have a way to work out this pent-up sexual frustration on my own.
Lifting my head, I look at myself in the mirror and remind myself I can do hard things. That’s something I tell my kids all the time and something I need to remember now more than ever.
After brushing my teeth, I open the door for the bedroom and find the bed empty. I don’t know where Jace is, but I can smell coffee coming from the kitchen, and that’s all the motivation I need to put on a bra and leave the room. When I get to the kitchen, it’s empty except for a shirtless Jace, who is focused on his phone sitting on the counter while he holds a cup of coffee in one hand. I think about leaving and coming back with a shirt, for him to cover up. No one, especially not me, needs to see him in all his glory this morning, not after waking up like I did.