Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
My heart fluttered.
His gaze deepened. “Yesterday. . .why was I able to take you so easily?”
Water rippled around us.
Confused, I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean, Lei?”
“There should have been more men than your cousin looking for you.”
I chuckled. “You mean, why don’t I have a boyfriend or fiancé? You better not be really asking, ‘What’s wrong with you?’”
“No.” His features hardened almost instantly. As before, the transformation was swift. His smile receded into a frown. His brows knitted together. “I’m more wondering about the other men in your life that you might be interested in.”
“Oh.” I shook my head. “There’s no one else.”
“No one?”
“I’ve been too busy to date or think about anything but bills.”
“And now you have a briefcase of money and a house.”
“I do.” I shrugged. “Maybe once I get my sisters and me settled, I’ll be back on the market and dating again.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m wondering how I would feel about that. I’m trying to look into the future to decide.”
I chuckled. “How you would feel about that? I don’t think that would really matter, Lei.”
“It would. Especially, if you are living in the East. Your dating? This is also assuming I don’t have guards around you.”
“You won’t.”
He licked his lips. “I might, and they would probably be ordered to break any man’s neck that came within ten feet of you.”
“Best friends don’t cock block each other.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Before I could answer, he had me in his arms and our mouths collided with perfect ferocity. I got lost in his passionate kiss.
Our tongues entwined in an intimate dance.
Pleasure coursed through every vein in my body.
Groaning, his hands explored my curves as if memorizing every inch of me. And his teasing strokes intensified with each passing second until we were straight up making out.
Water rushed around us.
We explored each other’s bodies with an effortless grace that felt like a dream come true. Droplets cascaded over us like tiny jewels. Besides trickling water, only our soft gasps and sighs rode the silence.
My hands slid along his muscular chest.
Oh my God. He feels so good.
Then, he cupped my breasts with his large fingers. Soon, he was flicking my wet, stiff nipples and shoving me on the edge of madness.
The sensation was so intoxicating.
He murmured against my lips, “Your body is amazing.”
“It’s all yours for these next days.”
“Just these next days?” He groaned and nipped at my bottom lip. “Is that what you think?”
I melted into him, unable to resist our connection.
So deep.
So powerful.
So fucking intimate.
When I dove my hands to his hard cock and squeezed that thick length, a loud primal groan left him, rocking his chest and vibrating between us.
Please, give this to me.
I tugged and pulled as it slipped through my fingers.
My clit swelled and ached to be touched.
And the next thing I knew, his fingers were slipping down to my pussy, rubbing the throbbing bud.
Shuddering, I left his lips and pouted in delirious horniness. “Oh. Come on, Lei. This is insane.”
His lids hung heavy over his eyes.
“If I had balls, they would be royal blue. Stop teasing me.”
He smirked. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Teasing you?”
“I don’t know, but if you think I’m going to lay in bed with you tonight without sexually assaulting you, then you are wrong.”
He leaned forward and licked the droplets of water from my neck. It was a long, erotic lap that told me he might have been a virgin, but he could probably eat pussy.
My whole body vibrated. “Oh, fuck.”
“Teasing you? Maybe I should take you to bed now and settle this misunderstanding.”
I shivered. “Please, Mountain Master.”
Chapter thirty-three
This Moment
Lei
Deep within me, a philosophical conflict waged war.
I was torn between desire and loyalty.
The past and the present.
Chanel haunted me. My vow to love her echoed in the chambers of my heart.
Meanwhile, Monique was currently in my arms, wet, curvy, and so damn warm. She made me laugh and smile. She was filling my heart with peace.
Still, I could not ignore Chanel’s presence. She had been my true obsession, evidenced by the fact that her dead body lay in a tent several feet from the stream that Monique and I made out in.
Should I not be lowered on my knees, next to Chanel, praying for her forgiveness?
Was it wrong to want someone else?
To seek solace, comfort, and desire in another’s arms?
The weight of my virginity weighed heavy on my mind. It was a symbol of my love to Chanel. Unfulfilled. A promise I never got to keep.
To surrender it to Monique felt like a betrayal, a violation of our sacred bond.
Yet, Monique was so much more than just an object of my desire.
She was a beacon of hope in my sea of turmoil. A living, breathing embodiment to the relentless ticking of the world’s clock even in the face of despair. Her laughter was a reminder of joy, her fears a token of shared human experience, and her compassion had shown me the enduring power of friendship.