Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Chapter Forty-Four
Bella
I wake to the ringing of my cellphone, only to realize I’m naked and pressed too close to Tyler. Actually, I’m curled around him from behind. My God, I not only stayed with him all night, I’m clinging to him like a fool, my hand on his hip. I try to shift away from him and Tyler catches my hand. “Where are you going?”
“My phone is ringing,” I say, eager to escape this embarrassment. I’m spooning him. What girl does that to a guy? He does it to her.
“I couldn’t give two fucks about your phone when you’re naked, and your breasts are nuzzling my back,” he says, and he catches my hand and shifts us so that I’m now holding his very large, very hard cock.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
“Just what every man wants to hear from his woman.” He rolls to his back, one hand behind his head, the other closed around my hand on his cock.
“I’m not your woman, Tyler,” I say.
He rolls us both to our sides facing each other, molding me close, his erection pressed between my legs. “You feel like my woman to me.”
My chest tightens. “I don’t like this game, Tyler.”
He cups my face and tilts my gaze to his. “It’s not a game.”
“You have obligations and I’m your—” He presses inside me and I moan as he slides deep. “You are so hard.”
“Glad you noticed,” he says, squeezing my backside. “And I’m so fucking hard because I’ve been thinking about laying you across my lap and spanking you.” He eases his cock back, almost pulling out of me.
And then thrusts hard.
I pant out a breath and stop fighting what is already in process. Maybe I’m taking everything way too seriously. And besides, he may never be inside me again, and he feels so good. He seems to sense my commitment to what we’ve started because he turns on his back and pulls me on top of him.
It’s broad daylight and I’m riding him, and his eyes devour me like I’m the hottest woman he’s ever known. He sits up as if he has to touch me, and cups my breasts, rocking with me, kissing me. And when we shatter, it’s with him holding me just like this. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he murmurs. He’s still inside me when he scoots off the bed, stands up, and carries me to the bathroom. When we’re all cleaned up, he sets me on the edge of the counter and presses his hands on either side of me, his mood shifting, darker, intense.
“Bella,” he starts, and the grimness of his tone tells a story. It’s time for a reality check for both of us. “I don’t know what to do,” he says, and I can feel his torment. “I don’t want anything my father has forced on me.”
The sincerity in his tone does a number on me and I press my hand to his face. “We’re friends that had a moment, Tyler.”
“We’re not friends, Bella.”
I blanch, stabbed by that statement when his hands come down on my knees. “I don’t like how that simplifies what is going on between us. But yes, of course, we’re friends, and that’s what makes this different for me. ‘We’re friends’ is not a statement I make about anyone I fuck, Bella.”
“I get that, I do, but it doesn’t change us really. We can still be friends and not sleep together. And I’m not leaving the company unless you decide you want me to. I just—I can’t have this come out, or everyone…you know what they will think.”
“I’m not going to let us hurt you, Bella. And why would I want you to leave? You’re one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and there is a boardroom of partners who would agree with me. I don’t want any of what comes with my father’s will. You have to know that.”
“How damning is the case he threatened to take public? Are you sure it’s as bad as you think?”
“Yes. It’s bad. If it would have happened ten years later, or even five, I would have stopped it. I was a young buck trying to please my father. A father I should have hated at that point in my life.”
“There has to be a way to deal with it and then go to court over the will.”
“All I can do is everything I can do to stop this before I’m forced to marry. I have six months to act out a public engagement farce to make that happen.”
Six months for him to date, sleep with, and devote himself to one woman who is not me. I’m queasy at this point.
My cellphone rings in the main room. “I really need to check that.” I grab his wrist and glance at his watch, perfectly comfortable touching him at this point. Too comfortable, I think. “We only have an hour until our meeting,” I add, and he helps me off the counter.