Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
And I would.
I would explain that she’s going to be a lifelong obsession and there is nothing she can do to stop it, but I’m held back by my lie.
I hate that I lied to her.
That I told her I would sign the contract with LA, allowing her to choose me of her own free will. If Greta knew I left myself a contingency plan in the event she doesn’t choose me, not only would she be pissed, it would hurt her feelings. And I would rather jump from the rafters of the arena than put tears in her eyes. My God, just picturing a crying Greta makes me feel like there’s a bag of wet cement sitting on my chest. I don’t deserve to make demands on her after what I did, but this obsession…it fucking burns. It burns my common sense and decency to ashes.
There is a voice in the back of my head telling me to make the situation right before Greta finds out. To ask for a quick look at the contract and fix the signature. But Rick probably has that contract under lock and key. I can’t risk him finding out what I did and telling Greta after the fact. After he has my corrected signature on the dotted line. Then I would have no recourse. No leverage.
I just have to hope like hell she chooses to stay with me. Forever.
Just have to hope no one is ever the wiser.
“I’m sorry, you think you’re taking me on the road?” She flops over onto her back and I’m momentarily hypnotized by the bounce of her tits. “What about my classes? I can’t just drop out of school.”
“Tutors.” I palm one of her breasts, rolling the nipples gently between my knuckles and her lips pop open, taking in a rasping breath. “Female tutors.”
“Oh…” Eyes beginning to glaze, she drags her bottom lip through her teeth, arching into my touch. “You’re the jealous type?”
“I never have been. Not over anyone or anything. But you, Greta?” I tighten my hold on her breast while bending down to capture her mouth roughly, kissing her with all of the possessiveness I feel, giving her tit a sharp slap and swallowing the shocked little mewl she makes in response. “Don’t even find out how jealous I can get, little girl,” I growl against her mouth. “Do you understand me?”
Comfort visibly washes over her. Security. Her eyelids grow heavy and she rolls toward me, snuggling close. “Yes, Daddy.”
I trail a hand down her back to palm her backside, making a horny sound in my throat. God, if I had more than five minutes until I need to be out of bed, I’d fuck her so well, I’d have to carry her limp body into the arena for practice. But I find myself needing promises—now—to maintain my sanity. I need a commitment from her or I’ll never be able to concentrate on the court this morning. She’s the most important thing in the world to me, but that also means providing for her. Giving her everything she’s ever wished for. So I need to be on my game, too.
“Greta,” I say, licking into her sexy mouth. “Tell me you’re spending the night again tonight. Every night. Tell me you’re coming on the road with me. I want to know you’re mine before we leave this bed. I need to know.”
She leans back and studies my face. At first, she’s guarded, but her vulnerability begins to shine through the longer we’re looking into each other’s eyes. “I never had a chance,” she whispers. “You made me yours. Now…I don’t think I can go back to before. I don’t want to. I’m yours, Eric.” Her eyes close and I hold my breath, aching to hear the rest, my heart rapping wildly in my ribcage. “And…I love you being my Daddy,” she says, her voice even lower than before. A thread of sound. “It feels so good. Is it supposed to? Feel so perfect?”
Jesus, I was a fool to think I could survive this conversation.
I might die of happiness or astonishment before it’s over.
“I don’t care how it’s supposed to feel. If it feels right for you, angel—for us—that’s what I want. What I need.” I knead her butt cheek a final time, then trail my fingers inward, tucking my middle one up against her tight, virgin asshole, the puckered texture of it making me groan. “I need every single part of you. Need to know you belong to me every second of the day.”
“I do,” she breathes, whimpering when I press down on that digit. “I belong to you, Eric. I can’t help it. You make me break my rules.”
“Tell me you know I’m not like the rest of them.” I press down harder on her sweet back entrance, parting it slightly. “Say it.”