Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Do I really want to lose Kas?
No.
But I also don’t want to be a blind fool.
I have to know the truth, and the only way I’ll find out is of my own accord.
I’m doing this to protect myself. And Jesse.
I let him down due to a man once before. It won’t happen again.
“Well then, I guess the boss gets what he wants.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
He kisses me again. He starts to suck on my lower lip as his hands find my butt, and my body comes to life. My hands find their way around his neck, and I kiss him back, sucking on his tongue. He groans into my mouth.
I wind my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. He pulls me tighter into his body. And the kiss goes from sweet to molten in seconds.
My brain is sending out rapid bat signals, but my body’s totally ignoring them.
“God, I want you.” He breathes heavily. “Stay with me tonight. I missed you in my bed last night.”
His words make my heart skip a beat.
He missed me.
“But…I’m on my period, remember?” I surprise myself with my quickness to remember to lie. But then it’s not like I could say I had my period for a day, and it was done.
“Babe…I might want to fuck you right now—I always want to fuck you—but that’s not why I want you in my bed.” Kiss. “I want to sleep with you. Hold you. Wake up with you.”
Oh God.
I’m dying here. He’s being so goddamn sweet. It’s confusing me. He’s confusing me.
Why did you have to lie to me? I want to yell at him.
Of course I don’t say that.
He wants me to stay the night, and that means I’ll be here when he’s sleeping.
It was a rare chance that I got to be in Kas’s office without him here today. I don’t know when I’ll get that chance again.
But, if I’m here and he’s fast asleep…that would give a girl plenty of time to look around, for say, maybe a key that’d open a door hidden behind a bookcase.
God, when did I get so devious?
Probably around the time I found myself serving eighteen months for a crime I hadn’t committed.
Smiling up at him, I bite my lip. “Well, when you put it like that, how can a girl refuse?”
He smiles big, and it lights up his eyes. “So, you’ll stay the night?”
He looks so happy and boyish in this moment. I feel a stab of guilt.
Stop. I have nothing to feel guilty about. He did this. Not me.
If he’d been truthful with me from the start, then we wouldn’t be where we are right now. I wouldn’t be preparing to sneak around my man’s house in the dead of night, looking for a secret key to unlock a secret door.
Reaching up on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his, hiding my own deceit, and I whisper, “Yes.”
Thirty-Six
I glance at Kas sleeping beside me.
My heart is racing. My mouth is dry. My breaths are quick.
I’m really going to do this. I’m really going to climb out of his bed and sneak downstairs to find out what’s really behind that door.
My palms are sweating.
I press them to the bed, trying to dry them on the bedsheet.
Then, he moves, and I nearly shit my pants.
Turning in his sleep, he turns to his side, facing away from me.
Holy fuck!
Holy fucking fuck.
I press my trembling hand to my chest, applying pressure, trying to ease the race in my heart. It’s beating so hard and loud that I’m afraid it will actually wake him.
I can’t wake him now. Not when I’ve just spent the last few minutes easing myself out of his arms.
It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep after we finished making out.
Yes, we made out.
He made me dinner. He actually cooked for me. A guy has never done that before. He lit candles and everything. It was really romantic. Then, we curled up on the sofa with our glasses of wine and watched TV together. Well, the TV-watching didn’t last very long before we started making out like teenagers.
Kas suggested we go to bed. I agreed.
And we carried on with our make-out session in here. Obviously, we didn’t have sex because I’m supposed to be on my period. But, God, I wanted to.
I wanted him so badly. I still do.
After we finished making out, he wrapped me up in his arms and held me like he never wanted to let me go.
And I didn’t want him to.
But I have to.
I have to know the truth.
Taking a quiet, shallow breath, I slide out of bed, my bare feet touching the thick carpet.
I cast a nervous glance back at Kas. Holding my breath, I watch the silhouette of his strong back. His breaths are deep and even. He’s fast asleep.