Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Yes,” he said, a muscle in his jaw flexing. “Like that. Any way. Just ride me, kitten.”
I caught his gaze, holding it, the moment charged between us. Being his sole focus was like nothing else in the world and having him beg for me? Jesus, it took my breath away.
“Please,” he said.
I lost the game, sinking atop him.
I moved on him, alternating between lifting up and down and rolling my hips to grind against him.
“Cross,” I gasped when he finally let his hands free, gripping my hips as I rode him. “You feel so good. I love…” I was breathless. “I love the way you make me feel.”
“I love making you come,” he said, his voice strained as I increased my pace, chasing that release I could feel building like a storm inside me.
Heat curled beneath my skin the harder I rocked against him, everything in me tightening in the sweetest way.
“Aspen,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
I watched the strain ripple over his face, relishing the way he was already there. I’d done that. I’d driven him to that point.
I loved it.
Loved him.
“Cross,” I gasped as my release sharpened. “I’m coming,” I breathed. “God, I’m coming.” I rode him harder, giving my throbbing clit all the attention it needed.
“Yes,” he said. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned as he came right along with me.
“Ohmigod,” I sighed, my entire body shivering as my orgasm rolled through me in waves of pleasure that made me absolutely liquid above him.
Little jolts of pleasure made me shake as I leaned down, kissing him as we caught our breath.
He smoothed my hair back, looking up at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.
And I knew in that moment that he’d thoroughly ruined me for any other person. Just like he told me he would.
CHAPTER 16
Crossland
“Hey, man,” Ethan’s voice came through as I held my phone to my ear. “Sorry I can't make it to the dedication tonight, but I wanted you to know that I handled my end of the bet. Congratulations, I really love Aspen.”
Guilt sliced through me, and I worked my fingers through my hair.
Aspen had gone with my driver to pick up Brecken. She'd been surprised when I told her that I'd invited Brecken to join us tonight, but when I reiterated how important tonight was for me, and that I wanted her sister included, she’d kissed me and rushed out the door.
“Yeah, I need to tell you something about that,” I said, taking a seat at my kitchen island. “Fuck, man, don't tell me you've blown it with her. She's literally perfect for you.”
“Not yet,” I said and was shocked as hell to be saying that.
I’d waited all last night to see if Aspen would bring up the contract end date, but she never did. And she didn’t hesitate when I asked her to be at my side today, either. It meant something to me that she was willing and excited to attend such a big event even though it had nothing to do with the initial terms we’d set up at the beginning of this.
“Then what is it?”
“Promise you won't get mad?” I asked in my most playful voice.
“Jesus, just tell me.” Ethan's tone took on a level of concern that I hadn't heard in a while, so I cut to the chase.
“I may have, sort of, hired Aspen to be my girlfriend because I couldn't bear the thought of losing my dad's car.”
The line went silent, and my heart thumped hard against my chest.
“I know it was stupid,” I hurried to continue. “And I'm sorry, but I wanted to come clean with you. I don't like lying to any of you, but I couldn't lose my dad's car, man. I know it was my dumbass fault for betting it, but you know me. I was going to do anything to keep that car.”
“I would never have kept the car,” Ethan said. “Would I have driven it around the block? Hell fucking yes. But I would have never taken that from you. Not for longer than an hour. But that's beside the point,” he continued. “You're telling me every time we saw you two together, it was an act? Because if so, she deserves a fucking Oscar.”
“I don't know,” I admitted. “In the beginning? Yes. But now...”
“Holy fucking shit. You fell for her, didn’t you?”
“Yep,” I answered, no point in denying it. “I’m crazy about her. I don’t want anybody else. Can’t picture myself with anybody else and I have no idea where she stands.”
“So, ask her,” Ethan said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t know how to do this,” I said. “And how the fuck am I supposed to approach the subject when our entire relationship was based off of a contract? I paid her to be my girlfriend, and now what? Should I renegotiate the terms—”