Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Good.”
“In fact, I shouldn’t tell you this, because you’ll get ridiculously smug about it, but I’ve never had two orgasms so close together before.”
I pumped a fist in the air. “Fuck yeah. Want a third? I’ll make it happen right now.”
“I need a little break, overachiever, but maybe tomorrow you’ll demonstrate more of your magic.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Her head tilted, and she spoke coyly. “I’ll even let you play with my toys if you like. They’re hidden under the bed.”
“Toys? Plural?”
“Hey, I thought I was going to be alone for two weeks, remember? You were a surprise.” She walked two fingers across my chest. “But since you’re here, we can play together.”
“So this isn’t just for tonight? Earlier, you mentioned something . . .”
“I think I was just trying to get in your pants.”
“It worked.”
“So if you’re up for it, we could continue exploring this new, agreeable side of our relationship while I’m here.”
“I’m up for it. But don’t be too agreeable,” I told her. “I like a little bit of a fight.”
“Challenge accepted.”
She put her head down and snuggled up to me again. Her breathing slowed, and once or twice she sighed with contentment. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spent an entire night in someone’s bed. My last few dalliances had been quick little one-night romps, the sexual equivalent of a candy bar. Good enough to take the edge off your hunger, but lacking the satisfaction of a full meal.
Kelly was something else entirely. My appetite was fully sated, and yet I wanted seconds. The fire was already building again. And those toys? I had so many ideas . . .
“Xander?” Her voice was soft and sleepy.
“Yeah?”
“I’m really glad my brother saved your life.”
“I am too.” In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d ever been gladder. Life was pretty fucking great at the moment.
“And I’m glad you’re here with me. I’m sorry I tried to make you leave.”
“I was never going to leave,” I said.
She held me tighter. “I know. I like that about you.”
FIFTEEN
kelly
I woke up to the sound of drizzle on the roof and someone breathing behind me. A heavy arm circled my waist, and a warm, hard body curled around mine.
My eyes popped open. The first thing I saw was the knotty pine ceiling sloping toward me. When I looked down, I saw the ink on the thick, masculine forearm draped possessively over my belly. The previous night came back to me, and my body tingled right down to my toes.
I couldn’t believe it—I’d had sex with the big bearded lummox.
Not just any sex, good sex. Hot sex. Mind-blowing, bed-moving, two-orgasm sex. Was I surprised? Not really. Xander moved in the world with the kind of confidence that came from knowing you could cash any check you wrote.
And that body, my God. The muscles. The ink. That mouth. Those hands. That cock. Between my legs, I felt that whoosh, followed by an involuntary contraction of my core muscles. A little memo from my body to my brain—more please.
Could I have more? It would be fun, but was it wise? Could this hot little vacation fling somehow come back to bite me in the ass?
I couldn’t see how, really. I trusted Xander not to run to the internet tabloids or sell his story to the gossipmongers. We weren’t making out in public. Photos of us in a clinch weren’t going to pop up in entertainment news with a lot of speculation over who was banging Pixie Hart. Duke wasn’t going to see them and come at me in a fit of jealous rage.
Not that I cared. I didn’t belong to him. And he didn’t really want me back—he just wanted the door to my bedroom to remain open for him. He liked the publicity we generated. He enjoyed me as candy on his arm.
Well, too fucking bad. I had no illusions he’d give a shit if I wasn’t Pixie Hart. Maybe at first it was flattering to have the attention of such a well-known star, to feel special that you were the one who’d caught his eye when he could have anyone he wanted, to feel chosen, but reality had set in eventually. He hadn’t chosen me. He didn’t even know me. And he certainly hadn’t been faithful to me.
I remembered Xander’s words from last night. You don’t have to perform for me. I don’t want an act. I don’t want to fuck Pixie Hart.
How could he have known I needed to hear those words so badly?
Suddenly the arm around me tightened. “It’s tomorrow.” His voice was gruff in my ear.
“Yes?”
“You said I could give you a third orgasm tomorrow, and it’s tomorrow.”
I laughed. “It’s barely tomorrow.”
“Does that mean you don’t want one?” His hand snaked lower.
I was about to say of course I want one, so keep going when I remembered what he said about putting up a fight. I squeezed my legs together, denying his access. “You can’t just give me an orgasm when you feel like it. You don’t own me.”