Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Holy. Fuck.
She begins to stir, and every muscle in my body freezes. I can’t help but take in the feel of her breasts against my skin and her pussy pressed against my hip.
It’s a sensory overload that has me turning hard as steel in a split-second.
Lifting her head, Danny blinks a couple of times, and then her eyes lock on mine. I watch as shock ripples over her face, and then she shoots up onto her knees, giving me one hell of a view of her hot as fuck body.
God, her breasts.
A memory of drawing her nipple into my mouth flashes through my mind. The taste of her pussy. Burying my cock deep inside her. How wet she was for me. Making her orgasm… twice.
Heat spreads through me like a wildfire, but before my eyes can focus on any other part of her body, she covers her mouth and whispers, “Nooooo…. I fucked up.”
Her eyes begin to lower to my chest, then to my abs, before they snap back to my face. Just as well. I don’t think she can handle the view of my hard cock right now.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Don’t panic.”
True Danny style, she starts to panic, jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom. I get a look at her perfect ass and then the door slams shut behind her. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” There’s a moment of silence, then she starts up again. “Oh God. Oh God.”
Getting up from the bed, my head spins a little. I walk to the door. “Stop panicking.”
“How can I not panic?” she shrieks.
“We had too much to drink, and we had sex. Let’s talk about it,” I mutter. Staring at the shut door, I start to remember more of the night.
Every beautiful inch of her body.
Thrusting inside her.
I close my eyes, remembering how good it felt.
‘I love you too.’
My eyes snap back open as my heart begins to speed up.
She doesn’t see me as her little brother’s best friend. Fuck, she feels the same about me. Last night is a clear indication of that.
Hope explodes through me.
I can finally be with the woman I love.
Walking back to the bed, I grab my boxers and drag them on. Picking up Danny’s clothes, I smile when I see the black boyshorts and a white bra. It’s so typical of her.
I walk back to the bathroom and knock. “I have your clothes.”
She opens the door, just enough to stick her hand through, and it draws a chuckle from me.
“Stop laughing. This is far from funny,” she snaps.
When she shuts the door again, I put on the rest of my clothes. Finding my shirt in the living room, I pull it on, then walk to the kitchen. Putting water in the coffee pot, I wait for it to boil.
When I’m done making coffee, I carry the cups to the bedroom then sit down on the bed. “I have coffee.”
The door opens, and Danny comes out looking as bad as I feel.
She takes a mug and sits down next to me. “Thanks.”
An awkward silence fills the room as we sip on the coffee.
When Danny’s done, she clears her throat. “Do you remember anything?”
Every. Single. Hot as fuck. Moment.
Her question has me frowning. “Yeah… you?”
She sits still for a couple of minutes, then says, “Not much.”
“What do you mean by not much?”
She shrugs. “Actually, very little.”
I stare at her.
Well, that sucks. I have sex with the woman I love, and she can’t remember shit.
“We should forget it happened,” she mutters.
“You already did,” I remind her dryly.
“I mean that we had… you know.” She gets up, refusing to look at me.
“Danny.” She starts walking to the door, and it has me standing up. “Daniele!” She stops but doesn’t turn around. “That’s it? We had sex, and you’re going to ignore it?”
Finally, she turns around to look at me. “It is what it is. We were drunk. I’m sorry. Being older, I shouldn’t have… done what I did.”
“What the actual fuck?” I snap at her. It takes me a moment to process what she’s saying. “It is what it is?”
I don’t get angry quickly, but this is pushing me into the red real fast.
She looks downright miserable. “I’m sorry it happened. I wish I could turn back time and fix this mess. I’m sorry, Ryker.”
God, now’s the time to give me strength.
Tilting my head, I struggle to keep my composure. “You’re sorry? We had sex, and you’re sorry? Thanks for the fucking confidence boost.”
Her eyes widen, and she takes two steps closer to me before stopping. “I didn’t mean it like that. You were great.”
“I thought you didn’t remember,” I bite the words out. Before she can say anything else, I walk by her and out of the room. “We should get going. I have to work on the contract.”