Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
And I’m just trying to play when he is probably two steps ahead of me, fuck maybe even ten.
“You don’t.” I hear him laugh softly next to me.
“You aren’t snoring.” Turning over, I face him, which is a big mistake because he’s already looking at me. “I want to kiss you right now.”
“That’s good,” is all I reply.
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” he asks, locking eyes with me.
I’m afraid to blink—will he see my lie if I do?
“No. No, I don’t.”
“Pity. I could have made it worth your while.”
“How?” I ask him.
“How about a month off your contract if you can kiss me like you mean it.”
A month?
A whole month.
What is he up to?
Free earlier than I thought would be better than the original contract stated.
“Just a kiss?”
“Just a kiss,” he tells me back.
Before I can move to him, his hand touches my lips.
“Make me believe it, Bunny.”
I roll my eyes at his words and lock my lips to his.
At first, he doesn’t move, and I reach for his wet hair, running my hands through it and moving until he opens his mouth to give me access. When I slide my tongue in, I taste the mint of his toothpaste. His lips smash against mine, and soon we’re kissing with sexual tension floating between us so heavy I’m afraid this is just a taste of what’s to come. Eleven months will be a long time if we keep this up.
Pulling back, I remove my hand from his hair and look at him. His eyes are closed, and when he opens them, I wait. Wait for what? To see if I can kiss well? Or, to see if he’s not a liar?
“That wasn’t your best kiss. You didn’t make me believe it, Bunny.”
My eyes narrow at his words. “I kissed you. Now, you take a month off.”
The asshole shakes his head. “No can do! You can have one more chance, though. But this time”—he leans in close, his lips redder from our kiss—“make me believe it.”
Make him believe it? Maybe I should punch him in the junk and make him believe that.
Okay, taking a deep breath, I think of how to kiss this man so good that he will take a month off this stupid contract. The sooner I am out of here, the better. As I sit up, I tell myself I’m doing this for one reason only, that this man doesn’t make me weak at the knees and causes butterflies to flutter around in my stomach.
No, he makes me sick with the twisted games he likes to play.
Maybe he will be better at this than me.
Whiskey stays where he is, on the other side of the fort I’ve created. Pushing the pillows away, I climb over to his side so I am straddling his lap and looking down at him. His chest is on display, and I can’t help the urge to reach out and touch him, his skin is smooth under my hands—he’s all man. You know, to make the kiss as good as it can be, and for no other reason, so I tell myself. Then I run my hands up to his neck leaning down.
I begin by tracing soft kissed along his jawline, continuing until I reach his lips. His hand comes up behind me and touches the small of my back as I stay on him, then I reach up, threading my fingers this time through his hair and pulling it, so when I kiss him, he kisses me back.
Fire. That’s all I feel between my legs when we kiss.
Butterflies. They take flight in my belly with a force so fierce they scare me.
But I don’t stop.
No, I want this month off, and he isn’t bad to kiss. No, I lied, he’s magnificent to kiss.
Whiskey hardly touches me, aside from his hand on my back, but that’s enough to send me into overdrive. Soon I’m pushing my pelvis down farther, until I can feel him between my legs. He’s hard for me, and ready. If only there weren’t a sheet and our clothes between us.
Pulling back, I realize his lips are even redder this time, and he’s smiling.
“Now that’s the kiss.” He smirks. “I’ll have the contract amended in the morning,” he says as I climb off of him. When I do, the blanket comes with me by accident, and in its wake is a naked Whiskey, hard dick and all.
He eyes it then back to me. “If you want to bargain some more...” He winks.
I throw a pillow at him and turn around, forcing myself to sleep and trying to forget all about him.
But that kiss haunts me instead.
CHAPTER 20
WHISKEY
I’m not going to be able to get any sleep for a good year. Well, now eleven months. I swear she wakes the dead when she snores.