Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Hendrix.” Her breath hit my lips with uneven little pants.
“So the first rule here is that I’m the one who makes the rules. Not only because you desperately need someone to, but because I’m putting my entire career in your hands.” I licked the sultry line of her bottom lip and lifted my head slightly so I didn’t forget why we needed to talk. Pretty sure my wall was going to be gifted by two permanent handprints when this conversation was over. Hell, I was shocked I hadn’t already lowered her to the damned floor.
“And my role in this rule-making?” Lust and anger sparkled in her eyes, the little gold flecks catching in the light.
“You get to say yes or no.” I made sure she held my gaze. “You always get to say yes or no. No safe words, no contracts, no cheesy movie lines. You say no, and I’ll stop. It’s as easy as that.” I’d never do anything she didn’t want. I'd rather cut off my own hands.
“And if I say yes?” She lifted one hand to my neck, her touch sending a shiver of electricity down my spine.
“Then we continue with the rules. Acceptable?”
“Yes.” She swallowed.
I nearly groaned. “Good. Second rule is that we don’t tell anyone else. You know what will happen if this gets back to…” Jesus, I couldn’t even say his name. Coach would fucking kill me if he had any idea what I wanted to do to his little girl.
“Agreed. London is the exception. I told her about us before you made these rules, and I’ve sworn her to secrecy. I would never put you in jeopardy like that,” she whispered, her thumb stroking my jawline.
“Thank you. Rule three. This only happens once.” Any more and I couldn’t tell myself it was a slip. Couldn’t defend my actions to my already-guilty conscience. Sleeping with her once was stupid, reckless, and necessary for my continued existence, but more than once, and I’d never stop. I knew it in the marrow of my bones. “One time. Never again.”
Disappointment flickered over her features, tightening her lips for a second. “I hardly think that you can accomplish all those things you said you wanted to do to me with only one time.” She arched a brow. “Or are you worried you won’t be able to keep up?” She lowered her other hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock, squeezing me through the thin material of my athletic pants.
Holy. Fucking. Yes. I’d never needed a woman this badly, never wanted someone so much that I was willing to risk my career, my family’s financial stability, my own dreams, but I’d lay each and every one of those things at Savannah’s feet for the chance to be inside her. For the chance to taste even a glimpse of heaven.
“I can keep up, trust me.” I leaned a little closer and tried to block out the shockwaves of pleasure that hit in time with the stroke of her fingers. “And I can handle all that and more, Savannah. You’ve seen me on the field. I can go for hours.”
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and stared at my mouth.
“Sure, I’ll build the need, the pleasure until you’re writhing, rocking those hips, clenching my cock with more than just your fingers.” I dropped a very pointed glance at her hand. “That’s when you’ll beg for it harder. Faster. Deeper. You’ll let me do anything I want—and you’ll love it—as long as I get you there again and again, and I will. Just because I say this is happening once doesn’t mean you’re only coming once. I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll get wet every time you see me across the room from now on.” The same way I turned hard the second I caught sight of her. My body was just that attuned to hers.
Her hand stilled, and her pupils dilated.
“Rule four. We agree on the date.” The anticipation might kill me, but I’d make it special for her—or whatever women thought of as special.
“Now,” she demanded immediately.
I huffed a small laugh—it was all I was capable of with her hands on my dick. “Sure, just as soon as you admit that you’re not asking anyone else because I’m the only one you want between those sweet little thighs.”
Her lips tightened.
“You’re almost enough to give a guy an inferiority complex, you know that?” I half-joked, then lifted one hand from the wall, giving her a clear path out. “Go ahead. Go ask someone else, Savannah. I’m not stopping you.” I probably would, but I wasn’t saying that to her. “As you can see, I’m not the guy who gets led around by his dick.”
She glanced toward the door then sighed. “Fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“I want you.” She pumped her hand down my cock, and I sucked in a breath, then gripped both her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head.