Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
His biceps contracted, muscles cording with the strain of our sex.
“I’m coming,” he grunted.
Jax grew thicker inside me. How was this possible? He pulsed, growling out a curse under his breath, his fingernails biting into the flesh of my thigh, his thumb still pressing into my clit.
I contracted—the aftershocks of my own orgasm—and watched him. The hazy, slack-jawed expression of release accented his strong jaw, usually hidden by his rough blond stubble.
Finally, he released my legs and unfolded them, keeping himself inside me. He laid down on top of me, trapping me in place with an arm on either side of me, as his cock grew soft.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re in trouble,” he replied, mirroring all the thoughts I’d had since I first saw him, spoke to him, fantasized about touching him. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, Riley.”
“Why?”
He dragged the tip of his nose across mine, and I arched my neck, caught his lips in a quick kiss. One last kiss, and I’d leave the room. This would never happen again, of course. It was a quickie. A one-night stand.
“Because you’re mine now.”
I froze. “What?”
“Mine,” he said, and that cocky smile parted his lips again. “You don’t believe me.”
“I don’t have to believe you. I know the truth. This was a one-off thing. We both know it, and you don’t have to pretend. I’m grateful—”
“Grateful!” He kissed me, chuckled against my lips, the minty scent of his breath drowning me. “Honey, you’re blessed.”
“What, is your cock magical? You’re going to transport me to another universe?”
Jax rolled his eyes back in his head, dropped his jaw, and shuddered as if in the throes of a climax. He snapped his gaze back to mine, that smile falling into place again. “I already transported you.” He winked.
“You’re a dick!”
“Easy, sweetheart. No name-calling allowed in this house.” He licked my bottom lip. “While you’re under my roof, you’ll live by my rules. Say, ‘Yes, Mr. King.’”
“Eat a dick, Mr. King.”
Jax’s smile didn’t fade. “See, and they say romance is dead.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, even though the reality of what’d just happened had started sinking in. I’d had sex with a man I barely knew—I’d never done anything close to this before—and I just so happened to be his “roommate.” It was disastrous. It was…
Jax pulled out of me, ever so slowly, and I groaned despite my consternation. Oh god, he was thick even when he was soft.
He rose from the bed and removed the condom. “Don’t go anywhere, darlin’. We’ve still got to take a shower.”
“I—don’t think that’s a good idea, Jax.” None of this had been close to a good idea, but the taste of him, the scent, had already invaded me.
What kind of man cared about some strange woman and took her in? Cooked her dinner? Invited her to live under his roof based off one conversation? This man.
I liked that about him too much. I liked his personality, not only his cock. And that was exactly why I had to get out of this bedroom. Before it was too late and I fell into the trap. Love wasn’t real.
“Don’t think,” he said. “Just feel.”
“OK,” I replied, and scooched off the bed, walked past him, my tits bouncing. “I’m going to go feel my pillow. I’ll see you in the morning. Or maybe I won’t. I’m sure you’re a busy man, you said so yourself, so I think it’s probably a good idea for me to sleep the night there if you don’t mind. I mean, of course you don’t mind.” I’d already reached the door to my bedroom. I paused and caught his gaze. “Good night, Jax.”
“Good night, motormouth,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
That’s what I’m afraid of.
Chapter 7
Jax
One week later
I was late.
I checked my watch—eight p.m.—and clicked my tongue, while city lights and palm trees flashed by the car window.
Every day this week, and every night, I’d spent away from the apartment, thanks to business. And every one of those nights had ended in me jerking off thinking about Riley. Riley who answered my texts with courtesy and nothing else.
Tonight, I’d returned to find the apartment empty, though her scent floated on the air.
Playing hard to get? She could dream on. I didn’t play, and I’d already claimed her.
The games had ended the minute she’d stripped off those yoga pants and bent for me. My cock rolled against the inside of my tailored pants, and I shifted, irritation growing in my gut.
“Here fine, sir?” The chauffeur, Geoffrey, asked from the front.
The car slowed to a halt outside Riley’s place—Robinson’s Dancing Studio with a red-breasted robin on the front—and I nodded.
Geoffrey pulled into the spot.
“She hasn’t taken the car home once this past week?” I asked.
“No, sir. I was loathe to force her to do so.”