Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
There are things I could do to poison their relationship. Expose her lies, put a quiver of death into the perfect existence that he thinks they live. The problem is that she knows the secret. The one that I hug, with the tight grip of a mother bear, to my chest. The one that I have spent years protecting. If I destroyed their relationship and his trust in her? The destruction might set that secret free, expose it in the open air for whoever wanted to grab its papery truth and run wild. In that secret lies nothing but destruction. And so I sit here and continue paying the men who keep tabs on Brant. I smile when she enters the room. I help to hide her lies and deceit from him. I pretend to love her with the same vigor that I love him. And hope that one day she fades out of his life or dies.
I can take care of him. She can only—and will only—break him in two.
Excerpt, The Journal of Jillian Sharp.
Chapter 41
“Stay here. Spend the night.”
His hands slowed in their rub of the towel through his wet hair. He wiped his face before dropping the white terrycloth on the floor and stepping over it, a second towel wrapped around his lower half as he strolled over to the messy pile of his discarded clothing. "I can't. Stay too long in this place, I'll start thinking I belong here."
"It's only one night." One I desperately needed. How different would a night with Lee be? Would he stay the whole night or leave me in the middle of it as Brant so often did? Would he wrap me in his arms or would he sprawl out on the other side of the bed?
He loosened and dropped the towel around his waist, and my eyes plummeted down. I savored the careless movement as he skipped his underwear and pulled on his shorts, uncaring of my gaze, his mouth curving into a confident grin as he tugged the cargo shorts over his hips.
"I have plenty of clothes here,” I offered. “If you want clean ones."
He scowled. "Brant's?"
I didn’t respond and he moved toward my place on the bed and pulled at the sheet until it was gone, and my naked body was fully exposed. "I fuck his woman; I don't want his life." He palmed my right breast roughly, the nipple hardening under his touch, the dark look in his eyes turning into a gleam of satisfaction. I sighed, reaching out and caressing his cock through the open fly of his shorts. It was still hot from the shower and his hand moved from my breast to my hair, gathering the long strands and pulling me upright. He lifted me off the bed and onto the soft fur rug, where I knelt in front of his cock.
"Tell me," he breathed as my I licked up the length of his shaft, the organ stiffening beneath my tongue. "Tell me which one you like better."
I looked up at him as I opened my mouth and took him in. His eyes closed as he let out a groan and gripped my head with both hands, pulling himself deeper in my mouth. Then he yanked me off his cock and tilted my head back. He stared down, his gaze studying, searching mine. I couldn’t read the emotion in his eyes, but the energy between us felt like anger. Hurt anger—and I understood that. He felt it toward Molly, and I felt it toward him. The difference was, I was about to get what I wanted, while he was just chasing off the grief. "Tell me," he ground out. “Whose dick do you like more?”
“Yours is better," I whispered, our gaze locked as one, pure truth in the statement. He needed to stop thinking about Brant and about Molly and focus on us. He needed to want me and forget her. Then, everything else would fall into place. It had to.
He shoved back into my mouth. It was too hard, and I struggled to open my jaw wider, to move my tongue out of the way, my eyes watering at the rough intrusion. He thrust against me, his hands and hips working together, his open zipper scraping against my chin, his words falling down like tears.
"Look in my eyes, Lucky. Look in my eyes while you suck my cock." He slowed his motion and watched with rapt attention as he drug his wet shaft out, rubbing the tip of it against my lips. "You like this don't you? Being my whore while he pays your bills? Letting me use every inch of your body and sending you back to him ruined?" He let out a growl and pushed back into my mouth, my hands pushing at his thighs as my eyes held his. I could feel, under my palms, through the khaki material, the tremble of his thighs. He was close to coming. I increased my efforts and his legs buckled as he leaned forward, fully in my mouth, gripping my footboard for support as he came down my throat.