Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“I love you,” slips out of my lips before I’m able to stop the words, and I don’t fucking regret it. Now that I’ve had a taste of my girl, there’s no way I’ll ever let her get away from me.
Chapter 5
Calista
At some point in the middle of the night, I wake to find Cohen pressing his hardness against my rear end. The soreness in my girly parts reminds me of what we did before we fell asleep dead exhausted.
“I woke up hurting,” he groans against the back of my neck.
“We can’t have that.” I reach behind my back and wrap my hand around his erection. I run my thumb through the wetness gathering on the tip and rub it around his silky skin. I forget all about my sore girly parts as he slides two fingers deep into my wet opening. He lifts my leg and places it over his hip, giving him better access before he curls his fingers and drags them up along my inner walls. Oh, wow. My hand tightens around his hardness as fireworks blast off behind my closed eyelids.
As the intense orgasm rolls through my body, he drags me onto my back and crawls over my trembling body to settle between my spread legs. “I fucking need you again,” he growls against the side of my throat before lining his erection up with my opening.
“I need you, too.”
I dig my nails into his muscular back to hold on as he thrusts deep. My sensitive inner walls close around his hardness as he slowly rolls his hips in a circle, giving me time to adjust to his invasion.
His tongue explores my mouth while his hips pick up speed. When he slides his arm under my leg and lifts it, the new position allows him to slide even deeper, causing a climax to roar through me without warning.
He slowly thrusts, allowing me to ride out my first orgasm, then picks up speed and quickly drives me into another climax. Pleasure flows through every molecule in my body as I scream his name.
Talk about the freaking walk of shame. I wake up from the best dream I’ve ever had to realize it was all real. And it all happened in a private room in the BDSM club where I work. Oof.
In the light of day, doubts overwhelm me as I wonder if things will be the same once Cohen wakes up.
He mumbles something in his sleep, and I hold my breath, hoping he falls back deep asleep so I can sneak out of here and figure things out before I have to face him again.
With the curtains pulled, the room is mostly dark, so I have to pull off some slick genie moves to find my clothes and pull them on without waking up Cohen.
By some miracle, I manage to pull on my outfit and find my shoes and purse quickly. As I turn the doorknob, I breathe a sigh of thanks to Roman for making sure every single thing in his club works efficiently and silently.
As I rush down the back hallway, I glance down and realize my shirt is on inside out. Oh, freaking well.
I give Jacob, the morning security guard, a little wave and slip out the employee entrance like the hounds of hell are on my heels. The only two vehicles in the back parking lot are my little red Mazda and a massive black truck, which I assume is Cohen’s. After hopping into my car, I tear out of the parking lot.
I’m halfway across town when I realize I need caffeine to deal with my latest screw-up. And leaving without talking to Cohen was a freaking major mistake.
I go through The Golden Mug drive-thru and grab my favorite coffee before heading across town to my little apartment. When I turn into the parking lot, I see a familiar big black truck parked in my guest spot. Darn.
I pull into my spot and watch as the driver side door of his truck opens.
Oh, man. I really screwed the pooch when I ran out on him. I honestly don’t even know why I did it. My only excuse is I was afraid to believe in my good fortune. Hopefully, my cowardly act doesn’t ruin whatever shot I had with him.
As he stalks over to my car, I take a big gulp of my coffee, hoping the caffeine will do its trick. When he reaches my side of the vehicle, he pulls my door open and roars, “Why the fuck did you run out on me?”
“Can we discuss this inside?” I fumble with my hot coffee and my bag as I step out of the car. “Mrs. Kinston,” I point at the little white cottage across the street where my elderly neighbor is gawking out the front picture window, “is a founding member of the Silver Spoon Falls Grapevine, and the entire town will know absolutely everything within two minutes.”