Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I know,” he assures me softly, and I really don’t think he knows. He’s Brady, the bachelor of all bachelors. The one who everyone is waiting to see who he’s going to pick. And he has his pick of many women who come in and try to catch his eye. My stomach almost lurches at that thought because I know, eventually, he’ll move on, and all I will be is a memory.
Again, that thought makes me shed more tears. “I just…” I move off the bed. “I need—” I start to say, and the sound of a phone ringing interrupts. “That could be Ryleigh.”
He hands me the wet cloth in his hand before he turns and walks out of the room. I hear him jog down the stairs, totally okay with walking around naked for everyone to see. I mean, if I had his body, I would do the same. He’s a work of art. I make my way to the bathroom, picking up my clothes on the way. Closing the door behind me, I put my head against the door for a second before walking over to the sink and turning on the water. I look up at myself, seeing my cheeks still are pink from my post-orgasm glow.
I slip my shorts back on, along with my bra and then my top. “Baby,” he says, knocking on the door, “it’s Ryleigh.”
I open the door, seeing him still there naked. My eyes do a sweep of his body, and I can feel the heat creep up my neck. My phone is in his hand. “I didn’t answer, but I’m thinking you should call her back.” I nod at him, reaching out for my phone but stopping when he steps back. “This”—he holds up his hand with the phone in it—“is the only reason I’m not stripping you naked again and taking you back to my bed.” I bite my lower lip, trying to hide the little smile I want to give. I guess I wasn’t half bad if he wants to take me back there, my head cheers me on. “Now I’m going to step in the shower.” He advances to me. “But next time…” He holds the phone out for me, and my hand comes up again to grab it from him. “I leave you naked in my bed, you stay that way until I say so.” My eyes go from the phone to his. “Are we clear?”
“I don’t know,” I answer him honestly.
“What don’t you know?” he asks, and the hand without the phone comes out to grab my hip.
“You leave me naked in bed; am I supposed to just wait for you to tell me you are done with me?” My voice is tight, and he smirks.
“No, baby.” The smirk turns into a grin. “When I’m done, you are going to know I’m done because you’ll be fucked out of your mind and won’t have the energy to get up and do anything else”—his voice goes lower as my nipples literally pebble—“or else I didn’t do my job.”
“Um…” What does one say to that? “Okay, I might need you to fill me in on some of the parts.” I want to stop my mouth from talking, but my mouth has other plans. “I’ve never been that—”
“You’ve never been what?” His hand at my hip moves to my ass, and he pulls me into him. My hands go to his chest.
“I’ve never been, um, so tired that I can’t get up,” I admit. I mean, at this point, he’d clearly know if I faked an orgasm, not that I have to. The minute he touches me, my body tingles.
“We’ll get you to the point where you won’t even remember your name,” he declares. “Your body will crave mine. Fuck, I just fucked you, and my cock is getting hard again thinking of you.” I make the mistake of looking down and seeing his cock that was just buried in me, ready to be buried in me again, and my mouth waters. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to care that your lawyer is waiting for you, and I’ll be fucking your mouth before bending you over.” He steps away from me. “Fuck, you want that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“It’s too bad,” he says, “your naps after school drop-off are going to be pushed back a couple of hours, and I’ll be starting work late from now on.” He kisses me. “But if you want to join me in the shower, I can wait.”
I think about it for a couple of seconds, knowing I would kill to take a shower with Brady, but also knowing I have to call Ryleigh back, and he has to get to work. “I’ve already uprooted your life.” I take a deep breath. “So, you go shower.” My brain literally groans out in disapproval. “And I’ll go make coffee for you to go.”