Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
The feeling of Vaughn’s cock flexing against my walls shuts me up. He buries his face between my breasts, kissing and licking my hot, sweaty skin as he does what I ask and releases every drop from his balls. He thrusts into me a few more times for good measure, or maybe it’s because he can’t pull himself away.
“You’re so fucking amazing, baby,” Vaughn groans.
He crumbles on top of me, cups my cheek in his hand, and starts to kiss me passionately. He keeps me there until his body gives out on him, and he collapses in full, with his head finding its place atop my bosom.
Panting, spent, and floating in pure bliss, I can’t speak. All I can manage is lifting my hand to his head and stroking the places where I must have ripped hair from.
Oh, fuck.
Maybe I was wrong.
After experiencing it firsthand, maybe Vaughn could save the world with his magic cock.
I wake the next morning to twelve messages from Mom asking where I am with increased panic, up until the last at around midnight.
Mom: Okay. I think I’ve figured it out. You better wear protection.
My face sets ablaze reading those words. Am I the only one who took so freaking long to realize what was going to happen between Vaughn and me? But maybe that’s not what’s leaving me in a mess. After all, protection was the last of our concerns last night.
And something tells me it won’t become a part of our bedroom fun.
From the en-suite bathroom, I hear the shower running. I rush out of bed and into the bathroom, seeing my man glistening beneath the water in his lean, muscled glory.
“Well, good morning, sleepy head. Hope I didn’t wake you,” he says, scooting over and gesturing that I can join if I want.
No, scratch that.
I will join.
I strip out of his shirt and spring into the shower next to him.
“You didn’t,” I say, shivering as the water strikes my naked body. “But I kinda hoped you would have.”
“Is that right?” Vaughn steps closer, giving me a deep kiss before he shows me where the soap, shampoo, and conditioner are.
“It is. Because now we don’t have any time for some more fun before work,” I tease.
“I’m not known for my punctuality.” Vaughn’s hand travels around my body while he speaks. “And no one’s going to miss us for an hour or two.”
“On my second day?” I roll my eyes at him. Had it been my second month, I’d have indulged him without a second thought.
“You make a good point. Better get a move on then. The quicker we get this day over with, the quicker we can come straight back to this bed.” He gives me a gentle tap on the ass, and I instantly regret my decision to decline.
After our shower, we have a cup of coffee and a slice of toast with jam for breakfast. Vaughn scans through a newspaper, and I reply to my mom and let her know I’m safe. Then it’s off, back into the rat race of working for a corporate powerhouse.
Vaughn walks me, hand in hand, to my car when we get outside. Well, he’s walking. I’m skipping from one cloud to the next. But staring at his face, I notice it go from the dashing smile he hasn’t been able to shake since the shower to far more stern for my liking.
“I think you’ve got a flat,” he says. Looking over to my car, I see the same thing he does. The right-hand side is limp and low to the ground, while the left looks normal.
“Damn it,” I say under my breath. I still have to go home, brush my teeth, and change out of the clothes I wore yesterday.
“Never fear, not while I’m here.” Vaughn releases my hand and slides it across my back, pulling me into a hug. “I’ll drop you off at your place and take you in myself.”
“Are you sure? It’s a lot to ask.”
“I’d be delighted.” He smirks. “Me and your mom can look at your baby pictures over a cup of—”
He falls silent as we round the side of my car and see what caused the flat. Two long gashes in each tire, made by a steak knife still sticking out the front one. What makes my heart jump and my body tense painfully is the insignia at the bottom of the blade’s handle.
It’s the steak house we were in last night.
“What the fuck?” Vaughn snarls. It’s the wrong time to think it, but he’s so hot when angry. So much so that he melts away my fears and turns them into a little puddle of lust trickling down my thighs.
Jesus Christ, Claire. This isn’t the time!
He’s seething. Heavy breaths raise and sink his chest in rapid succession.
“Don’t let this bother you. We’ll get to the bottom of it and make them pay.” I know he probably means to literally pay for the damages, but what I won’t give to see him go full monster on the bastard trying to terrorize me.