Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Exclusively?”
I falter. Well, shit.
“What?” Faith says, frowning.
“It suddenly occurred to me that I never actually asked if we were exclusive. I simply assumed we were.”
She snickers. “You should probably get on that.”
“Yeah. I probably should.”
As I head for the boys’ house in Hastings, I’m both obsessing over the exclusivity issue while riding the high from standing up to Agatha. The entire drive, I replay the confrontation with her. Then I replay the night at the rave, the mind-blowing sex, every moment I’ve spent with the guys.
I feel unstoppable. Confident.
I let myself into their house and kick off my shoes. Will is on the couch, working on his laptop, but he raises an eyebrow when I flounce into the living room.
“Someone looks pleased with herself,” he teases, taking in my expression. He closes the laptop and sets it aside. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”
I grin, tossing my bag onto the armchair. “I just told Agatha where she could shove her Delta rules.”
He lets out a low chuckle. “Our sweet little Charlotte did that? Seriously? What happened?”
“She called me out after the meeting and lectured me about being ‘unbecoming’ because Mitch saw us kissing earlier,” I explain, my blood still burning with the satisfaction of the moment. “So I told her to mind her own business.”
I join him on the chaise, and he immediately pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“That’s my girl,” he says, and the praise brings a beat of hesitation on my part, a reaction he doesn’t miss. “What’s wrong?”
“I was talking to Faith before I came here.” I bite my lip. “And I realized we’ve never actually had the talk.”
“The talk?” Amusement dances in his eyes. “Like the sex talk? The penis goes into the vagina, et cetera et cetera.”
“Yes,” I say solemnly. “We haven’t discussed the mechanics of intercourse.” I punch him jokingly in the arm. “I mean the talk about whether we’re seeing other people.”
His shoulders stiffen. “Are you seeing other people?”
“Oh my God, no. I’m not,” I assure him. “This was more of a you and Beckett question for me. You guys never really told me whether we’re exclusive—”
“We are.”
My lips quirk in a smile. “Are we?”
“Of course. I don’t want to see other people. I know Beck doesn’t either.”
“Where is he anyway?”
“He went to a party with some of the guys.”
“Pity,” I say.
“Why’s that?”
“Because he’s about to miss out on some seriously good exclusive sex.”
Will’s grip on my waist tightens as I plant kisses along his jawline. His breath hitches when I reach his lips and capture the bottom one between my teeth. I bite, and he groans out a curse.
I let my hands wander down his chest, tracing the defined ridges and lines of his muscles through his shirt. I love the way his body tenses as I tease him. I love feeling his dick harden at each heated touch, until finally, it’s a hot spike poking against my inner thigh.
His palms slide to my lower back, pulling me even closer until there’s no space between us. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he grumbles, but the hunger in his eyes says he doesn’t mind it one bit.
“Good.”
I bring my mouth to his and kiss him. He kisses me back, his hands roaming my body, greedy and skillful. I push him back onto the couch, straddling him. Will groans again. His fingers slip under my shirt and scrape along my skin, unleashing a flurry of shivers along my spine.
As I lie on top of him, my tongue in his mouth and my hands all over his ripped body, my elbow suddenly bumps his laptop. I manage to catch it before it falls off the couch.
“Sorry,” I say, hastily moving it to the coffee table.
“You’d better be. Lourdes will kill me if you destroy my laptop before I finish editing her chapter.”
I was about to kiss him again, but now I freeze, my lips hovering over his. “There’s a new chapter?”
“Uh-huh.” He’s already forgotten about it, though, his mouth latching on to my neck.
I smack his chest, forcing his gaze to mine. “And?” I demand. “Does Elizabeth agree to join forces with Alexander against the invading Chinese army?”
“Charlie,” Will reprimands. “Do you really want to talk about The Virgin and the Blade right now, or do you want me to fuck your brains out?”
When I ponder it, he barks out a laugh.
“You hesitated,” he accuses.
“Because I want to know what happens!”
Chuckling, he yanks me back down, kissing me before I can argue some more. The moment his tongue meets mine, I forget all about Elizabeth and Alexander and remember how badly I want to get this man naked.
So I do, tearing off his clothes while he tears off mine, and then we’re naked on the couch, skin to skin, mouths fused together. Will is just slipping his hand between my thighs when we hear the front door creak open.