Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Fuck me, that did it.
Her words, her breathy little moans, her pussy rippling around my cock sent me right over the fucking edge.
I came with her, pumping into her harder and faster, seeing fucking stars I came so hard.
When my vision cleared seconds later, I slipped my arm out from behind her back, supporting myself so I wouldn’t crush her as I slowed my strokes, both of us trembling from the aftershocks.
After quickly cleaning up inside, I returned with a blanket and wrapped her up in my arms as we laid on the couch, the brisk air raising chills on our sweat-soaked skin.
“I don’t think I can move,” she admitted a few minutes later, her back tucked against my chest as I held her.
I grinned down at her, kissing along the line of her neck. “Good,” I said. “Because I don’t want you to.”
And the reality of those words struck me dead center in the chest.
I didn’t want her to go anywhere.
I wanted her to stay.
And I didn’t have a fucking clue what to do about that.
CHAPTER 11
Aspen
Jesse: Sophia and I are at Lux. Come out!
Jesse: I know you’re home from your trip don’t ignore me.
Jesse: Babe! Come dance.
Brecken: Got an A on my Lit final!
Jesse: It’s now eight in the morning. If you don’t text me back to let me know you’re alive I’m going to break into your apartment.
Isat up in Crossland’s bed, holding a sheet around myself as I quickly read through the string of texts I’d missed last night. I hurried to type back to Brecken, so damn proud of her for acing that final because I knew she’d been worrying about it.
Then reality caught up to me, and I glanced around the room.
Crossland was nowhere to be found, and I didn’t hear anything outside his bedroom either. When had we even moved in here? The last thing I remembered was him holding me outside on the balcony couch…
I shifted off the bed, spotting a sticky note on the nightstand next to me.
Didn’t want to wake you. Had to run into the office. Please make yourself at home.
I held my phone in one hand, and Crossland’s note in the other, my mind reeling from the memories of last night. I could still feel the effects of him on my body—the sweet soreness between my thighs, the sensitivity in my lips from kissing him so much, the tangles in my hair—
My phone buzzed in my hand, making me jolt so hard I dropped Crossland’s note. I swiped my screen to answer the call.
“Jesse,” I said, catching my breath.
“You’re alive, thank fuck. You know how worried I’ve been? You never don’t text back!”
“I’m sorry,” I said, shifting back against the pillows. “I was busy.”
“How dare you,” he said, but there was playfulness in his tone. “I’ll forgive you if you give me the deets. I’m assuming you were whisked away by blue eyes again?”
“Sort of,” I said, my heart fluttering in my chest at the thought of him. “We didn’t go anywhere. He got my favorite tacos and we had dinner at his place.”
“I knew he was getting the tacos,” Jesse said. “He texted me to confirm your favs. But tacos don’t take all night—ohmigod! You’re still there, aren’t you? You never left!”
I half-laughed, half-groaned.
“Aspen Reed, did you sleep with your fake billionaire boyfriend?”
“Shh!” I scolded him.
“I’m in my bedroom, babe. Alone. Now spill.”
I blew out a breath. “Yes. I slept with my fake billionaire boyfriend. God, when you say it out loud it sounds like I’m in a romcom.”
“A good one, too,” he said. “How did it happen? I thought he hadn’t made a move since that one night and you blamed it on the drinks?”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “That’s what I thought, then last night, we kind of had this moment of honesty and then one thing just led to another.”
“So you’re like really dating now?”
“No,” I said a little too quickly.
“Okay, then it was like a perk in the contract?”
“No,” I said again. “This…it was just…a friend thing.”
“Babe, we’re friends. We don’t do that.”
I laughed, thankful for my best friend’s ability to take the pressure off this monumental tea session. “Last time I checked, I don’t have what you’re looking for,” I teased right back.
“If only you did,” he said wistfully. “We would’ve been perfect for each other.” I laughed again, happiness settling into my bones. “Okay, so you had a friendly frolic,” he continued, and I snorted at his use of the word frolic. “Now, how was blue eyes?”
I sighed contently.
“Damn, that good?”
“Better,” I said.
“Le swoon,” he said. “And you’re still at his place?”
“Yep,” I said. “He’s not here though.”
“He left you alone?” he asked. “Do I need to find him and kick his ass? Remind him you never leave a lady alone—”