Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Hold on… Did he just admit he was obsessed with her?
Who admitted that kind of shit?
He ignored her gaping mouth and continued, “We’ve been dancing around each other all week. We’ve been avoiding this discussion. But we need to move on so we both can focus on our jobs.”
“And you think moving on is having sex again?”
“Yep.”
Of course he would. “You also think by doing that it will help us focus, despite the fact we both worried having sex would be the actual distraction?”
“Yep.”
Okay, he had a point, but… “Here’s my concern… If we keep having sex, are you going to get possessive? Are you going to get overly protective of me? Because I’ve dealt with that shit before and I’m telling you now… I don’t like it. I don’t need it. I am my own woman. I can also take care of myself.”
“Yeah, Nova, I got that. I can’t say I won’t be protective because I would be that way with any partner of mine. I would expect for you to have my back, too.”
“Having your back is different from you stepping in when you think I can’t handle a situation solely due to me being a woman. I’m warning you now, that won’t fly with me. I didn’t get to where I am in my career because I need some man to rush in and save me. That’s a problem I’ve had in the past. We sleep with a guy and suddenly they believe we can’t function without them. That getting dick turns us into helpless simps.”
“The confidence you ooze is what caught my attention, Nova. Some men might not like it but I think it’s sexy as fuck. Some men want a doormat and ‘yes’ woman, while some get hard over one who’s kickass. I’m in the second group. Maybe that’s why my two engagements failed. I needed a woman with a spine of steel able to handle the day to day challenges and risks that came along with my job. I needed a woman who understood why, when I got home, I needed to grab a beer, go out back and spend some time alone to decompress from the bullshit I deal with on the job. They couldn’t understand it because they didn’t live it day in and day out. Like you do. You get it.”
Nova lifted her palm. “Wait. That’s a helluva lot of explanation just to try to convince me to have sex with you again.”
“You’re right.” He shook his head and scrubbed both hands down his face. After a few seconds, he blew out a breath and nodded. “You’re right. Let me make this simple. I’m Ghost. You’re Kitten. Let’s live as if we really are them. Everything Ghost and Kitten would do if they really existed, we should do, too. It’ll make our identities much more authentic. Then once this assignment is over and Ghost and Kitten no longer exist, we no longer exist, either.”
She wasn’t sure she liked his proposal, but she didn’t dislike it, either.
She needed water and a moment, so she headed toward the kitchen.
“For fuck’s sake! I’ve never had to convince a woman to fuck me before,” he said to her back as he followed her.
Maybe she needed something stronger than water. She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle. Once she shut the door, she saw him leaning back against the counter, with his nicely sculpted arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Never?” She cracked open the lid on the water and guzzled a third of it. She needed to cool off the heat in her belly at the pitch Fletch was making to convince her to have sex with him again.
She wanted to. She did.
“No. Not when the woman acts interested. If she isn’t, then I simply walk away.” He shrugged. “I know you’re interested, Nova. That’s fucking clear. So, yeah, this is the first time I’ve ever had to plead my case.”
She smothered a smile. “Plead your case? Are you sure you’re not just trying to soothe your bruised ego?”
He pulled the water bottle from her fingers and took a long swallow. And of course, her eyes were immediately glued to his corded neck as his throat moved.
“Backwash.”
“I ate your fucking pussy, Nova. You think I’m worried about a little backwash?”
“I meant from you.” She wrinkled her nose and didn’t accept the bottle back when he held it out to her. “Look, I’ll consider what you said.”
“You’ll consider it,” he repeated flatly.
“That’s the best answer I can give you right now, Fletch. It’s not a no. It’s also not a yes because I need some time to think about it.” What she really needed to do was change the subject because she was tempted to go along with his plan without giving it much thought. And that would be reckless. “Now, what’s the reason you came to get me from downstairs? Does it have to do with the task force? You know, the reason we’re together in the first place?”