Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I let go, pushing up, filling her up, wanting to mark her, claim her, make her mine.
I half fell against her, my head knocking the glass behind her. “Jesus. I think you might have the power to end me.” My heart was hammering against my chest like it was on the run and my legs were weak, like they were made from unfired clay.
“I’m exhausted,” she said.
“We need water.” I glanced over my shoulder to see the half-drunk bottle next to my bed. I wasn’t sure I had the energy to get it.
Sutton shifted underneath me, turned her head to face me, and pressed a kiss on my cheek. It was such an intimate, chaste thing to do; it was unexpected and it floored me. What was it with this woman that made me feel like I’d known her my entire life?
“Let me get it.” She wriggled out from under me and then guided me to the bed, tucking pillows behind me.
She took the water, unscrewed the lid, snuggled up beside me, and held the bottle to my lips.
“I feel like some kind of Greek god being fed ambrosia and nectar.”
“Well, I’m here to tell you, you look like one as well.”
I circled my arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
“What are we going to do?” I asked. “This isn’t over tonight. You knew that when you walked through that door. I’m even more sure of it now.”
She sucked in a deep breath. “It’s good sex but it’s more, too . . .”
“You’re in my head constantly,” I said. “Not being with you is driving me so close to the edge that if I carry on so distracted, I’m going to end up losing my career.”
She tutted. “As if.”
“I’m serious. I can’t think with you nearby. I’ve never experienced this kind of . . . chemistry with someone.” I wasn’t the guy who went around confessing his feelings to a woman because I got hypnotized by good sex. Our connection had a feeling of inevitability that hit me every time I looked at her. It felt like I’d known her my entire life, and I’d end my time on this earth holding her hand.
“If we’re going to move forward, no one can know.” She rested her head on my shoulder. “Like we don’t even tell our best friends. Our families. No one.”
I knew what she was saying made sense, but if no one could know about us, how much time would we really have together? “We both work long hours.”
“It will be better when we’re in different departments.”
I pulled away from her so I could see the expression on her face. Was she trying to press pause?
Instantly, she knew what I was thinking. She shook her head. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying when I move departments, I’ll be less conscious of everyone being able to hear every internal thought I’m having about you.”
“But we have two months left.”
“Maybe it will be easier to fake it if you’ve just crawled out of my bed that morning.”
I grinned to myself at the thought of waking up next to her. “Do you like to sleep naked?”
“Absolutely not,” she said. “It’s too cold.”
“I have a way of keeping you warm.” I slid her down from the pillow and away from me so she was on her side and I parted her legs. “It’s a good job the physical challenges aren’t tomorrow. I’m going to make sure every time you take a step, you feel me between your legs.”
My dick hardened between us as she twisted her hips one way and another, and I slid inside her, my hands locked over her hips to keep her in place.
I snaked one arm lower, my fingers finding her clit. She bucked away from my hand, driving herself onto my cock. “Please,” she yelled.
I knew why she was begging. She wanted that unquenchable thirst sated just as I did but as soon as it was, a dryer, needier thirst seemed to be left in its wake. The more I had her, the more I wanted her.
She continued to wriggle. I pushed her on to her front and held her in place with my hips. Dipping my hand under her body, I circled and pressed her clit. The feel of her wet under my fingers and around my cock was almost maddening. That I had the power to make this beautiful woman come over and over made me feel like a fucking champion.
We were sworn to secrecy, but the seventeen-year-old boy in me wanted tell the world I was the lucky bastard who got to fuck Sutton Scott. That I got to get drunk with her on tequila and wake up next to her and see what she slept in and what she ate for breakfast.
I was that guy. Her man.