Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
There’s no mistaking this woman is mine.
Mine.
Mine.
That thought turns me on more than I’ve ever been and my anxiety slips away. I press my fingers along the inside of her thigh, pushing a little until she spreads her legs more for me.
Her breathing has picked up as I pepper a kiss over the spot on the back of her neck, and I can’t believe I’m about to risk our friendship, but there’s just no stopping me.
I slide my finger across the panel of her soaked panties. Oh fuck. Discovering how wet she is for me has me as hard as iron.
I’ll need to jerk off a few times tonight, that’s for sure. And I’m okay with it.
“You can open your eyes, Greer,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
“I’m afraid if I do, I’ll wake up from this dream.”
“You can watch the dancers on stage,” I tell her.
Her eyes pop open, worry etched along her pretty face. “Are you watching them?” She looks almost mortified.
“I’m not watching anyone but you, sweetheart.”
Her eyes connect with mine. “I like you calling me that.”
“Then it’s yours.” I push a finger slowly under her panties and through her wetness. Holy fuck. I need to remind myself to breathe as I touch her.
She’s so wet for me. All for me. A surge of pride races through my veins like a wild stallion, igniting a whirlwind of passion and yearning that consumes my thoughts.
She moans out long and hard as I press against her clit. This pussy is mine. But it’s not and the thought that she will most likely end up with somebody else makes me angry.
A wave of fury washes over me at the thought of anyone touching her like I am right now. The panic is back, but I suck in a deep breath, knowing that right now she’s mine. And that’s all that matters.
Mine.
“Say you’re mine,” I fucking beg of her, even though I know it’s all a fantasy.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and I wish with everything I have it could be true.
“Say it again, Greer.”
“I’m yours.”
I want her to say it again over and over, but I know I’m playing a dangerous game, one where I’ll surely get burned.
THIRTEEN
GREER
Say you’re mine.
Those words play on repeat in my head as Roman continues touching me in ways I never thought possible.
He works my body like he’s had the playbook all along.
No one has ever touched me like this.
And it’s a sad thought to know no one will ever again.
I close my eyes as his fingers scissor inside me. He pushes deeper, and my eyes spring open, locking with his.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” His voice is deep and husky.
I hate that we’re just pretending to be a couple, and after tonight, no one will ever question us again. I know he doesn’t mean the words he’s saying. I know they’re just as fake as our fauxmance.
I know how men are.
They have no feelings.
Sex to them is a conquest.
And once they’ve conquered, they move on to the next shiny new toy. I need to remember this as Roman pumps his fingers deeper inside me.
My body’s brimming with desire, right on the precipice of orgasm, betraying me as he touches me.
“I know you’re close, Greer. Give it to me, please.” The timbre of his voice has me believing he really wants this. Really wants me.
My insides coil, igniting a passion deep inside, and then his fingers stop. And my heart sinks.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, the mood disappearing the longer he stares at me.
“I can’t do this.” He removes his hand from between my legs, and I feel embarrassed. Humiliated.
“I’ll be right back.” I stand and rush out of the room.
Roman is hot on my heels as I search for the closest restroom. When I spot the sign, I rush inside and stare at myself in the mirror. “Calm down, girl,” I say to myself.
“Greer,” Roman says, entering the women’s restroom.
I spin around. “What are you doing here?” I glance around to make sure we’re alone.
“I pushed you too far.” He thrusts his hands into the pockets of his suit pants. “I’m sorry, Greer.” He steps closer. “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”
I gaze up into his eyes, wanting him to be mine. Wishing he could be mine. But that’s just a fantasy, and I need to remember what we’re doing here. “I think people will believe we’re a couple now. I think you should take me home.”
He nods.
No words are spoken between us as we head out of the bathroom. His SUV is waiting for us when we exit the club. He holds the door for me, and I slip into the front seat.
On the drive home, I can’t bring myself to look at him, so I stare out the window, watching the cityscape pass by in a blur.