Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Seeming to catch on that she’s not leaving unless I let her, she kisses me back. Her tone is more cajoling and less reserved when she says, “I really have to go home.”
She’s telling me, but asking at the same time.
She needs me to let her go for the moment, but it doesn’t mean she won’t come back.
It doesn’t feel so final this time.
Of course, she could just be playing nice to get out of my snare with no intent of ever returning, but that’s not going to work for me.
Caressing her jaw, I smile faintly and ask, “You know what I thought the first time I saw you?”
“Who is this lunatic, and where are her clothes?”
I smirk. “No.”
She smiles, seeming more open again. “What did you think?”
“I thought you were there to grant me a wish.”
“A wish?” she questions, laughing.
I nod. “But you know what? I’m going to grant yours instead.” It’s not selfless, really. Now that I’ve stalked and pounced on her myself, I don’t want her sleazy neighbor coming anywhere near my territory. “I’ll solve your Hartley problem. You don’t have to file a restraining order or worry about a bill. I don’t want you to do anything else. I’ll handle it from here.”
“Was this my payment?” she asks in a tone intended to be light, but I can tell it expresses real concern as she avoids my gaze.
I tip her chin up, not letting her get away with the avoidance. “No,” I say clearly. “This was a date, and I want another one soon.”
Carefully extracting herself from my embrace, she says, “I already told you this can’t go anywhere.”
“I don’t agree.” Her mouth opens, but I hold up a hand to stop her. “I’ll handle my son.”
She isn’t willing to agree, but she doesn’t want to argue with me about it either, so she plays her avoidance game and tells me she needs to get going.
I’ll let her go for the moment, but I make her wait while I get ready so I can take her home myself.
When we pull into her driveway, I start to open my car door to walk her inside, but she asks me not to.
I know she doesn’t want to make noise and wake her daughter, but I suspect she also doesn’t want her daughter to know she was out with me.
I relent, allowing her to escape my company, but not before I tell her, “I’ll see you again soon.”
She smiles but doesn’t agree. “Thank you for a nice night, Hayden.”
Then she closes the car door, walks to her front door, and disappears inside the house without so much as a backward glance.
Chapter Seven
Gemma
My alarm clock goes off, alerting me that I need to get up and prepare for my day.
Instead, I turn it off and roll over, wrapping my arms around my pillow and hugging it snugly against me. I roll onto it a little more so I’m on my tummy, and memories of last night resurface.
Hayden’s rough hands parting my thighs.
His thick cock shoving into me.
When he pushed all the way in, I felt fuller than I ever had before. I didn’t get a chance to see his cock, but I knew it had to be huge when I felt all of him shoved inside me.
And then the way he grabbed me and covered my mouth with his hand, invading my body whether I wanted him to or not.
His skin smelled so good.
He smelled manly and capable as he drove me closer and closer to a second orgasm.
A second orgasm.
With the men who came before him, I was pretty lucky if I got one.
Our encounter definitely wasn’t how I imagined it when he touched me in the booth at the bar, but it was surprisingly hot. It felt primal, like a claiming. I’ve never had a man handle me that way, and I felt possessed in a way I’d never experienced before.
I don’t know how I feel about having an experience like that with someone I barely know, though. Someone I have no plans to see again.
I guess now I can officially say I’ve had a one-night stand.
The doorbell rings, finally forcing me out of bed. I grab a robe and slip it on, then I grab my phone off its charger and hurry downstairs.
When I open the door, a man is standing there in denim jeans and a T-shirt with a yellow ball cap on his head.
“How are you doing today?” he asks politely.
“Good.” I pull my robe tighter and offer a tiny smile. “Can I help you with something?”
He holds up a clipboard and offers me a pen. “I just need you to open your garage door and sign this work order so we can go ahead and get started.”
I frown. “Work order? I’m afraid you’re at the wrong house. I don’t have any work to be done.”