Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
He fucks me like he's never going to stop, driving into me again and again. I shatter apart on his cock once and then again. My legs collapse, but he just hauls me up, pinning me to the desk as he pounds into me, groaning in my ear, telling me how damn good I feel and what a good girl I am, letting him fuck me like this.
Every filthy word embeds him deeper under my skin, making me more his than my own. And I love it a little too much. Because I feel more free—more like myself—with him inside me, grunting praise in my ear, than I've ever felt.
"Please, please," I sob, when another orgasm comes barreling toward me, bigger than the others. Massive enough to annihilate me.
"Take it, Isla," he growls, slipping his hand between my body and the desk, seeking out my clit. "Take the pleasure my body is giving you. You earned it, little bird." His lips run along the side of my throat, his kisses full of adoration. "Christ, you deserve nothing but pleasure, baby."
I sob his name, my inner muscles flutter around his cock. "So d-do you. Nothing but pleasure and h-happiness."
He groans my name, burying his face against my throat. "It's impossible not to fall for you, isn't it? You're too fucking perfect."
My heart stops beating for a second, the gentle affection in his voice—the truth in his confession—ripping through me. Holy crap. I think he…
My orgasm slams into me, knocking me breathless.
I convulse beneath him, coming so hard I nearly pass out as wave after wave crashes through me. He roars my name, slamming himself deep and then falling still. A moment later, I feel his cock twitching and jerking as he releases deep inside me, filling me full of him.
I slump beneath him, panting for breath. Shaken all the way to my soul. Brantley Hill is falling in love with me too.
It's too soon. It's way too damn soon. And yet…it's not.
"You okay, baby?" he asks a few minutes later, pulling me off the desk into his arms as he settles into the chair again. He brushes hair out of my face, running his lips across my forehead.
"Yes." I bury my face in his throat, breathing him in. "I'm perfect."
He rubs my back, holding me close. For long moments, we sit just like that, simply holding each other, before I feel compelled to speak again.
"This is your company now, Brantley. Your building. His ghost only lingers if you let it."
"I know, little bird," he says quietly. "And I don't intend to let it."
"Good because you deserve peace." I cup his cheek, smiling at him. "If I have to show up here every day to help you find it, that's what I'll do."
"You would, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I would," I whisper, my heart in my throat. "Because it's impossible not to fall for you too."
He falls still, his eyes fluttering closed before he groans softly, pressing his forehead to mine. "We're really fucking up this whole plan of yours, aren't we?"
"Plan?" My brows furrow, confusion funneling through me.
"Yeah. I help you. You go back to your life. I go back to mine. That plan."
"Oh." I laugh ruefully. "Yeah, I guess we are, aren't we?"
"You upset about it?"
"Not even a little bit," I whisper, earning a smile from him. And then I bite my lip. "I am worried though, Brantley."
He pulls back, glancing at me. "About what?"
"About you. About my dad." I shrug. "About everything."
"Explain."
"You're having nightmares. You're dealing with a lot. It worries me," I admit, stroking his cheek. "I want you to be okay because you deserve that."
"I'm good, little bird."
"You're not," I whisper. "And that's what worries me. The fact that you think you are."
He brushes his lips across my forehead again, but he doesn't deny that I'm right. I think we both know that he can't. He can tell himself all day long that he's good and that he's fine, but I don't think he's ever been either. He's just been faking it, holding it together with duct tape and glue because he didn't know what else to do. Sooner or later though, the duct tape gives out and the glue wears thin.
That's why Daniel is here. Because Daniel knows it too. And he's just waiting for the day Brantley cracks, doing what he can in the meantime to make sure that crack doesn't split his friend in half.
"Just promise me that, if you get to a point where you're really not okay, you'll call someone," I demand. "Don't undo all the work you've done and all the progress you've made because you think it's what you deserve."
He eyes me silently for a long moment before he nods. "I promise, little bird. If that day comes, I'll call for reinforcements."
"Thank you." I lean forward, kissing his cheek.