Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
When Belinda leaked the “affair” to the press, she didn’t mention that part.
“We were no longer together,” he told her.
“You don’t need to explain this to me.”
Was she insane?
“Of course I do.”
“I know the man you are, Jameson. Even if you didn’t say that to me, I could have guessed,” she snapped.
Jamie sat solid.
“I also knew her issues. And that a custody battle and quite a bit of money were at stake. She was a woman playing her options, and you paid,” she continued.
“Judge paid,” he forced out.
“Both of you paid,” she declared. “I honestly don’t care what people think of it, but before the ink was dry on my divorce to Roland, I went on the prowl. I slept with a number of men. I did this before I realized it wasn’t my choice to do it, he’d driven me to do it as a form of revenge. It drove him up the wall I was taking lovers, and to all appearances, something Roland didn’t miss, I enjoyed doing it. I came to my senses. But although our stories are very different, I do know how it feels to have a spouse betray you as they fill their driving need to have something else. I also understand having the desire to feel attractive and rebuild your confidence so the way they treated you, like you were worthless, as was your love, doesn’t dig in, fester and ruin you forever.”
Christ, he loved it that she got that.
Got him.
Always.
With what had happened with Belinda.
How much he’d lost of Judge.
How much he’d gained, then lost, with Rosalind.
“Fuck, are you real?” he asked.
“I’m sitting right here.”
He was pleased to note at that juncture she was wearing a dress.
“I need to go down on you,” he stated.
Her eyes flared and she retorted, “This is a problem for you, since I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to have you in my mouth.”
“Nora—”
She smiled a sultry smile as she leaned toward him. “You know you’re going to let me have what I want, Jamie.”
Her hand went to his crotch.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
“I’m sorry, darling,” she murmured as she shooed Heiress from between them.
She then made to move as if she was getting on her knees on the floor.
“Not on your knees,” he grunted.
Her eyes went from his lap to his face. “If I don’t—”
“I’ll let you blow me, baby, but Nora Ellington does not get down on her knees.”
A different flare lit her eyes before she nodded, then she unzipped him.
Remaining beside him on the sofa, she bent to him when she released his hard, throbbing cock from his trousers.
He’d learned she didn’t fuck around when she did this. She wasn’t about teasing, and she wasn’t hesitant.
She was about results.
This wasn’t about hurrying through an unpleasant task.
No, Nora used skill, precision, dedication and urgency to provide the ultimate explosive experience.
As such, Nora worked his cock with mouth and hand until she gave Jamie that experience, and their sexy little secret, Nora Ellington swallowed.
Jamie had barely come down before he ordered, “Straddle.”
“Jamie—”
“Get astride me,” he demanded.
She hitched a leg over him.
He dipped a hand under her skirt and into her panties, feeling she was drenched.
Her head fell back.
He worked her, and he watched his work in her face, getting mildly hard again while listening to it as it heightened, crested and crashed over her.
He slid his hand from between her legs to cup her ass inside her panties when she collapsed against him, her forehead in the side of his neck.
And she brought them back to their earlier discussion.
“She’s the mastermind,” she murmured into his skin.
“I hate to admit it, but I think she is.”
“I don’t think a call to her is going to change her mind.”
“I hate to admit this too, but I believe you’re correct, and further, this is not my forte, dealing with women like that.”
“Leave it to me.”
Oh no.
“Not gonna happen,” he replied.
She lifted her head. “Jamie—”
“No, Nora.”
“Jamie!” she snapped, post-orgasm mellowness vanishing.
“You’re not in the line of this fire,” he clipped.
“You’re not either.”
“Acquiring the ranch is a waiting game at this juncture. If Pop doesn’t find an ally, and at this point, he has only two, Roland and Paloma, he’s fucked. The only recourse we have is me uncovering who Roland is conning into getting involved in this mess and convincing them not to get involved in this mess. The ranch is leveraged for more than it’s worth. I can’t imagine anyone with a lick of business sense getting involved in the first place, so we might be worried about nothing.”
“I can imagine, if they don’t like AJ, and they want to fuck him nearly as much as you do.”
Christ, he was off his game.
He hadn’t thought of that.
And his father had a lot of enemies.
“Damn,” he muttered.
“This is a good course of action,” Nora approved. “Find them. Stop them. Obviously, Paloma is not going to win you. And Roland isn’t going to win me. If you can put a stop to your plans being stymied to take the ranch, eventually, none of them are going to have any ammunition to hurt either of us.”