Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 11137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Dad sighs and mutters something under his breath as Kevin grips my thighs and fucks me with slow, purposeful strokes. He hunches over my back and brings his fingers between my legs to stroke my clit.
It doesn’t take me long to see stars.
My orgasm rushes to the surface just as the bedroom door clicks shut. My lips part on unsteady inhales, and Kevin’s thrusts begin to increase in speed and intensity.
He pulls out of me, only to lift me onto the wardrobe island and sink into me again. He lets out a gruff grunt of pure starvation as he pistons his hips, pounding into me like a beast.
I feel my belly getting warm again, and as he drapes my foot over his shoulder so he can go deeper, a knot of tension winds tighter and tighter within me.
Pleasure wracks me in waves all over again, and I whimper his name. Seeing me come apart and feeling my pussy fluttering around him, Kevin groans raggedly and drives into me one more time.
Pulse after pulse of his warmth fills me, spilling out of me and onto the island. We take a moment to catch our breaths, and he leans to give me a soft kiss. “You drive me crazy, Kara.”
I turn into a lusty pile of mush. “In a good way?”
He kisses me again. “In the best way.”
5
KEVIN
“Where’s Craig?” I ask as I sink on the cushioned seat at the dining table.
Kara is glowing today, even more so than yesterday. She has her hair in a loose bun at her nape, no makeup on, and she’s in a pink floral dress. “Hungover. He’s trying to sleep it off.”
I eye the plates before me. Most of the guests eat either on their balconies or on a long table set up outside. Only Kara and I are here at the kitchen island.
I’m not exactly a breakfast person, but it’s like I woke up to a different life, and everything looks delicious.
For way too long, one day bled into the next, a dark smear of routine, obligations, and expectations. But today, everything is sharper and brighter. I can’t stop smiling, even as I drink my coffee, the bitterness tasting oddly comforting.
I know why.
It’s her.
She’s the reason the world feels new again.
“Is your coffee funny?” Kara asks, running a finger along the rim of her cup.
“What?”
“You’ve been smiling into it.”
“Oh, nothing.”
“You also look awfully chirpy.” Images of last night shuffle through my mind’s eye at her teasing tone.
“Well, you are glowing.”
“I was glowing yesterday, too.”
“Fair point.” I put down my cup and interlock my fingers on the marble table. “But there’s something different about you. Almost like—”
“Like I got a huge cock shoved into me last night?”
My head automatically swivels, glancing around to see if anyone heard that. “Kara…”
She widens her eyes, her pretend innocence only making me laugh. “What? You started it. Aren’t you too old for innuendoes?”
“That’s not an innuendo. That’s a straight-up explicit summary of last night.”
Kara smiles and takes a sip of her coffee. “I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“What happens tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?”
“I go back to uni, and you go back home.”
I raise a brow at her. “So?”
The unspoken question hangs between us, and the fleeting sadness in her eyes pierce through me.
“Be honest with me. Is this nothing more than a weekend fling to you?” she asks, her voice losing its usual cadence.
“You think I go to business events and bed every woman I meet? No, Kara. This is far from being a fling.”
“So what should we do … after? I’m three thousand miles away from you.”
“You forget who you’re talking to, Kara. I have a private plane. I can go to you for breakfast, fuck you at lunch, and leave after dinner.”
She laughs, her head tilted back. “You’d do that for me?”
The ground shifts under me. Something warm and unfamiliar unfurls in my chest, and I feel an ache, sharp but sweet. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Her eyes soften. “We’ve only met yesterday.”
“But you felt it, right?” I take her hands in mine and stare at her left ring finger, already imagining what kind of stone would best suit her. “Tell me you felt it too. The first time I saw you, it was like something clicked in me. Like my whole being lit up for you.”
“Kev…”
I make my way to her, no longer caring if anyone sees. We’re not doing anything wrong, so why shouldn’t I show her what I feel every chance I get?
She sits on the stool, and I cup her face in my hands, blush blooming on her cheeks. “Tell me you want this, Kara, because me? I’m all in. You own every part of me.”
Her eyes flutter, and she kisses my palm. “I’m all in for you.”
That’s the only thing I want to hear. The only thing that matters.