Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
But there’s no harm in just imagining mornings with him. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to wake up to Thatcher in my bedroom. And my mind whirls, recalling all the moments of yesterday. He made an eerie, cold night safe and warm and loving.
I stretch my arms out, and then rub my eyes. Focusing on Thatcher’s side of the mattress. Made neatly already. Pink duvet pulled up, tucked in, and smoothed. On the pillow rests a yellow sticky note.
I prop myself on my elbow and read his legible handwriting.
Thanks for last night. See you in the day.
I feel my smile beneath my fingertips, and I notice a little arrow drawn underneath the word day. I flip the note over, more words on the back:
Coffee is downstairs.
He must’ve put a timer on the pot, so it’d brew around the time I normally wake.
No one has ever left a note for me. Not like this. My heart swells, and I stare longer at the note like it’ll disappear in my fingertips.
This is a Cinderella dream that’ll end, but I want to remember it all later. My favorite moments, these magical nights and days.
I scoot off the bed, slipping my arms into my robe, and I tie the belt around my waist. With the tug of my vanity drawer, I find a square tin and toss out the cotton swabs. Gently, I place the note inside and snap the tin closed.
Not letting this one fade.
35
JANE COBALT
“The condom broke,” I whisper to Thatcher, the ripped latex in my hand. I’m sitting on my vanity, my legs spread wide open for him.
Our bodies glistening in sweat, pulsating, and we do our best not to breathe loudly. He’s sheltered so many of my gasps just tonight. I think he’s the only man I’d want to cover my mouth. Because I know he’d only do so for my safety.
Right now, he’s buck-naked, incredibly masculine and confident, even as I said a phrase that would panic most.
Thatcher takes the condom out of my grasp. Inspecting it in the dim lighting. Only a candle lit on the nightstand. I hadn’t even tried to sheath his long erection yet.
I glance down. Bulging veins spindle along his hard shaft. He stands intimidatingly like he’s a man on guard in an ancient epic tale full of brawn and heroism.
I hold his round ass with two hands. “I must’ve torn it when I tore the wrapper.” Thankfully it didn’t rip while we were having sex. I wish I could say this is the first time I’ve failed at unwrapping a condom, but it’s sadly not.
Thatcher nods, lowering his voice. “It’s unusable.” He cups my sensitive heat, soaked. My body aches for his length. For that fullness.
He steps back, bending down and closing my knees together.
I pulse and watch him place the ripped condom in the trash bin.
We’re both trying to be painfully quiet. It’s much easier for him. After Moffy was close to catching us in bed the other night, we know we need to be more careful.
Thatcher can’t be in my bedroom that early ever again. And we’re already running out of time tonight. It’s 2 a.m.—one hour remaining.
“Where’s the box?” I murmur.
“That was my last one.” He doesn’t seem alarmed. His experience cloaks me like a hot blanket, and I want to wrap it tighter around my body.
Thatcher rises to his feet and dips his head down to me. Listening as I speak. Because he knows I’m going to suggest something.
“There are alternatives,” I whisper. “I could put you in my mouth.” I brush my fingers along his cock. “And then you could put a toy in me.”
His lips brush against my ear. “I could also go grab a condom so that I can thrust deep inside you.”
My hips arch towards him, and my hands fall to the vanity surface beside me. “Yes…I agree.” Really, I want .
He kisses my temple, and I ogle him as he walks buck-ass naked over to the rug. He bends down and picks up his boxer-briefs, and it hits me that I have no idea where he’s going.
I stand off the vanity and quickly find a clean pair of panties on the floor. I step into them. “Where are the condoms?”
He lifts the elastic to his muscular waist. Walking towards me, he whispers, “My brother’s room.”
My eyes widen, and I snatch my pair of jeans off the vanity stool. “There’s a higher probability you’ll run into a bodyguard if you return to security’s townhouse.” I hop into my pants and snap on a bra.
“Jane, Jane .” He catches my wrist, drawing me more against his chest. “Explain.”
I fit my arms through the sleeves of my sequined blouse. “It’ll be much easier for me to just grab condoms from Luna’s room.”
During the beginning stages of my sex hiatus, I gave all my condoms to Luna. I thought I’d have no use for them.