Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
The sting of his hand and the pleasure of his mouth were all too much, and I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!
Still kissing me until I calmed down, I felt him gently pushing me back onto the cushions.
I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, hoping he could somehow read that I didn’t want him to end our night there.
As if he could read my mind, he walked over to his pants and pulled out his wallet.
“I don’t have any more condoms.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Do you have some here?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Well, perhaps I can make a quick run to—”
“I don’t care.”
“Chloe…”
“I don’t.” My body yearned for more, and it didn’t want to wait. “Fuck me without them.”
He looked me over and slowly moved toward me, pulling me onto my bed. Our conversation resolved within seconds, and he was inside me again, fucking me like no other man ever had, giving me pleasure I never knew existed for hours.
And hours.
Morning Consequences
Chloe
Seattle, Washington
Several orgasms later
When I woke up in the morning, William’s arms were wrapped around my waist, his lips pressed against my neck.
Every muscle in my body was deliciously sore, and I didn’t have to glance at my chest to know that he’d left a territorial trail of bite marks.
I’ve never had sex like that in my life…
William suddenly stirred, softly groaning against my hair.
I felt his cock hardening behind me, and as much as I wanted to kiss his lips and demand a second round—well, seventh—I held back.
Besides, he was only in town for a few more hours and nothing more, and I didn’t want to get attached. There was nothing significant growing from this, and anytime I attempted to turn a sexy moment with a guy into “something more,” my heart was the only one left in tatters.
I needed to be firm—mean, if I had to be—to avoid making the same mistake.
“It’s time for you to go.” I pulled away from his hold, moving off the bed. “There’s a bagel stand on the corner that makes excellent coffee. It’ll wake you up within seconds.”
He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Are you suggesting I grab us some before we have a second round?”
“No, I…” I blushed as rays of sunlight hit his abs, and I struggled to stand up straight. “I’m saying that we’ve had our fun, and it’s over now. I don’t know you anymore.”
“Hmmm.” He stared at me as if I was speaking another language. “I think you should reconsider. It’s not like you’re standing up or walking straight, anyway; you clearly could use more since you probably can’t leave.”
I noticed his cock was now rock hard and ready for me again, but I held firm. “I’m fine, really…”
“Was last night not good for you?” He smiled.
“It was okay.” I shrugged, throwing the dagger. “Honestly, I’ve had way better.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You probably rank in my bottom five.”
“I see.” His smile faded, and he clenched his jaw. Then he leaned forward and grabbed his pants from the floor.
“Well, since we’re being honest, you were right about your flat last night.” He pulled a shirt over his head. “It’s a fucking pigsty, which is an incredible feat, since it’s the size of a cracker box.”
My jaw dropped. WHAT?!
“I would suggest that you look into hiring a cleaning service, but they’ll probably tell you to burn it to the ground to save their time.”
“I thought you said you weren’t paying attention to my furniture?”
“How could I?” He hissed. “Every piece of it is buried under papers and clothes.”
“Okay, arse.” I narrowed my eyes. “You can stop talking and walk out the door.”
“I’m looking for my blazer.” He stood up. “Which mountain of junk should I look under to find it?”
I walked to the couch he’d bent me over and picked it up.
“Here.” I threw it at him. “By the way, I hope your car got stolen last night.”
“In this neighborhood, that honestly wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Can you please get the hell out?”
“Trust me, I’m leaving.” He glanced at my bookshelf. “How ironic. The first one says How to Clean Your Room. I doubt you’ve ever cracked the spine.”
My blood boiled, and he walked over to my desk.
“In case you come to your senses.” He wrote his number on a purple post-it. “Or whenever you realize you’re lying and no other man has ever fucked you like I just did. I doubt one ever will.”
“I don’t,” I said. “In fact, I’ll call you when it happens. I might even send you the video so you can work on your techniques.”
We glared at each other, and he grabbed his cell phone, slamming the door on his way out.
Paint chips fell from the ceiling as the frame rattled. I immediately rushed over to his post-it and ripped it to shreds.