Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
When I finally make it to her, she bats her wet lashes at me, and then she jumps, wrapping her legs and arms around me like an octopus.
I try to untangle her, but she’s not having it. Why does she have to make everything more difficult, and why does she also have to be so damn enticing while she does it?
My dick, who apparently has a mind of its own, has come out to play, not that I’ll let it.
“You might seem upset, but he doesn’t.” Her hand has found my hard dick in my soaked pants and has begun to rub me.
Great, just what I need.
If my dick wasn’t hard enough, now it’s sticking up practically to my belly, begging to fuck.
“Josephi—” I can’t get her whole name out because halfway through, she’s kissing me, all while stroking my shaft.
An idea comes to me, and I don’t pass it up. I kiss her back, plundering her mouth. She falls deeper into the kiss, so deep she hasn’t realized we’re moving.
It isn’t until the cold air hits us that she realizes we are no longer in the pool.
“Hey—” She pulls her mouth off mine.
“Shh—” I meet her lips again and render her speechless.
Then I head straight for the elevator. Pressing the button for my floor because the only way I can ensure her safety is if she’s with me all night.
Consequences be damned.
51
JOSIE
Early morning sunlight filters into the room.
It’s too bright. And way too early.
What time is it anyway?
I let out a groan, and when I do, something else hits me. My head is killing me. It feels like there is a pulse in my brain.
God, how much did I drink last night?
I blink my eyes open, squinting against the light. The moment the room comes into focus, I take in my surroundings.
Where am I? This isn’t my room.
Hotel.
I’m away.
The Saints have a game today, so I stayed in a hotel.
Okay . . . I let out a breath, but as soon as I do, something else hits me . . .
This isn’t my hotel room.
I jerk up, and I instantly regret the move as the room spins, which, in turn, makes my stomach churn.
Inhale. You’re okay.
Once the sick feeling passes, I scan the room. It’s much larger than mine. It’s a suite. But whose?
Memories of the previous night rush over me.
Getting upset when Dane wasn’t paying attention to me. Drinking.
Getting upset when my father tried to talk to me. Drinking.
Drinking for no reason.
Okay, well, that explains why my head is killing me.
What else?
There must be more to last night other than the booze that apparently kept flowing.
An elevator.
Dane in the elevator.
Oh my God.
A pool.
My hands lift, and I bury my head in them.
A groan escapes. “Did I really go swimming last night?”
“Yes.”
Will the world please swallow me whole right now?
I turn toward the door as it flings open. The loud creak sounds like nails on a chalkboard, but it’s the man who’s prowling toward me that has my eyes closing in embarrassment.
“Open your eyes. It’s not that bad.”
I do and see he’s holding a food tray.
When our gazes meet, he smiles. “Morning, Hellfire. How are you feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a truck,” I mumble, pulling the covers up to my chin. “What happened?”
“I thought it was obvious? You got shit-faced.” Dane sets the tray down beside the bed on the side table.
“But why am I here?”
“It was easier to take you down the private elevator for the suites than down the normal elevator you took from your room. Less chance of getting caught.”
My cheeks feel like they are on fire. “Did I really go swimming?”
“Yes.”
“Kill me now,” I groan.
Dane chuckles. “No. I don’t think so. Also, you won’t get to eat the breakfast I ordered you.”
“You ordered me breakfast?”
“Yep. And coffee. Creamer, two sugars.”
“You remembered.”
“I think you’ll soon realize I pay attention when it comes to you.”
If it were possible for my heart to beat out of my chest and explode, it would. Either that or I’d swoon until I melt.
After taking a seat beside me on the bed, he reaches over to grab the cup of coffee and passes it to me. I take a sip. “So good.”
Once I’ve taken a few more sips, I place the mug down and look over the tray. A breakfast sandwich. I could kiss this man. I don’t deserve his kindness after being such an ass last night.
“I really am sorry, Dane. Last night—I shouldn’t have gotten that drunk.”
“Why did you? What happened?”
I sigh, and the movement makes a small piece of hair fall over my face.
Dane reaches out and tucks it behind my ear.
“Josephine,” Dane says gently, “you can talk to me.”
I smile weakly. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Sometimes, I find the beginning is the best place.”
“It’s a long story.”