Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
An emotion I don’t recognize grips my chest.
“Don’t be fucking stupid.”
“You’re stupid! And a gigantic asshole! And I’m out of here.” She moves quickly through the apartment.
I’m not as fast as she is because of this damn boot, but I catch up to her in the hallway. I grab hold of her wrist, and she whirls around on me. Her eyes are wide and fired up, her cheeks flushed.
She’s never looked hotter than she does in this moment.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t answer. I push her up against the wall and kiss her. Hard.
She doesn’t resist me either. She opens up for me straightaway, kissing me back just as forcefully as I’m kissing her.
It’s hungry and wet and deep and easily the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had.
She’s sexy as hell. I can’t get enough of her.
Then, without warning, her hands that were caressing my chest a second ago are now pushing me away.
She stares at me, breathing heavily, her lips swollen from our bruising kiss. “You don’t just get to kiss me and hold me all night and then treat me like garbage the next day and bring other women home and do God knows what with them and then kiss me when they’re gone, Gabriel! It doesn’t work that way!”
“You’re right. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I acted like a complete asshole this morning and tonight.” I take her face in my hands, unable to not touch her. “But, I swear to you, the only woman I’ve touched today is you. The only woman I’ve touched in weeks is you.”
Her anger seems to calm a bit with my admission, but she’s still pissed off, and she has a right to be.
“Why were you an asshole today?” Her tone is filled with annoyance, but there’s a vulnerability there, too, that makes my chest ache.
I sigh, lowering my eyes for a moment before looking back at her. “I just…I have a rule. I never sleep with people I work with or who work for me. And I’d never broken that rule until last night.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not an excuse, but it threw me for a loop that a rule I’d worked to follow for a long time, I broke so easily with you. It made me realize just how deeply you were under my skin. I didn’t feel in control. And, when I don’t feel in control, I’m an asshole.”
Warmth fills her eyes. “You’re forgiven.” Her words are soft, but they lift the weight I was carrying around all day off my shoulders.
“So…you broke your rule for me.” She bites her lower lip.
“Clearly, I have no self-control when it comes to you, as I just broke my rule again.” I press my thumb against her mouth, pulling her lip free from her teeth.
A light flickers in her eyes. “No, you didn’t. I don’t work for you. I quit, remember?”
Yes, she fucking did.
A smile spreads across my face. “I guess that changes things.”
“I guess it—”
My mouth is back on hers before she’s even finished that sentence.
This kiss is different from our first and second. It’s less hurried. Maybe it’s because we both know that, this time, this kiss will end up with me inside her.
Guess the third time is a charm.
She tugs at my shirt and starts unbuttoning it.
I stop kissing her to grab the back of my shirt, and I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor. Then, I take hold of her hoodie and remove it. Then, her tank top is next, leaving her in just her bra.
Black and lacy.
Thank the fucking Lord in heaven.
I cup her tits, my thumbs grazing over her nipples.
She whimpers, her hips seeking me out.
I push my good leg between her thighs as I bring my head down, pressing one hand on the wall for support, and I suck her nipple through her bra.
“Gabe.”
The sound of her moaning my name is the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard. She’s grinding her pussy against my leg. I can feel the heat of it through our clothes.
I need her horizontal and naked.
If I didn’t have this fucking thing on my leg, I’d be on my knees right now, tasting her pussy.
My hands go to her ass, and I pick her up.
“What are you doing? Put me down. You’ll hurt your leg.”
“Hush. I’ve carried bags that weighed more than you.”
“But you didn’t have a broken foot then.”
“Speedy?”
“Yeah.”
“Be quiet, and let me do my thing.”
“Your thing?”
“Yeah. I’m the guy. And I can carry my girl to my bed and fuck her, broken foot or not.”
She bites down on a smile and then leans in close to my lips. “Okay, Gabe, do your thing.”
Then, she kisses me, her lips moving down my jaw and my neck, as I walk us into my bedroom.
I drop her down on the bed, and she lands with a soft oomph.