Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
I’m so close—right on the edge and he knows it. He massages my clit, then adds another finger, stretching me, and then I’m falling, flying as the orgasm rushes through me.
“That’s it, chase it.” Hollis murmurs words of praise and encouragement as I quake and shudder.
Panting and sweaty, I melt into the couch, fighting to catch my breath.
Hollis brushes my hair out of my face. “Aurora? You okay?”
“So…” I bite my lip. “It’s safe to say I’m a fan of the spanky finger-fuck.”
He chuckles and rearranges me so I’m straddling his lap. “Me too.” He adjusts my tiara. “Now let me be sweet to you.” He gently grips the back of my thighs and pushes to a stand.
I grab his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom.
As he lays me out on the comforter, I look around the space. Electric candles flicker all over the room, and the bed is covered in yellow rose petals.
“Hollis, this is incredible.”
“Just like you.”
I rub one of the delicate petals between my fingers as he strips out of his clothes and stretches out next to me. “You didn’t need to do all this.”
“Of course I did. It’s your birthday, and you deserve to be treated like the princess you are.” He kisses me reverently, then peels me out of my bra and panties. He kisses his way down my body and brings me to orgasm with his mouth before he settles between my thighs.
“I waited all day to be able to touch you like this,” he whispers against my lips as he fills me.
“Me, too. I ached to be close to you tonight,” I admit.
He makes love to me, sweetly, gently—tipping me over the edge into bliss again and again until we’re both delirious with exhaustion. I want to stay the night, to sleep in his arms, but my mom is notorious for being an early riser, so I sneak back to my dad’s at five thirty-two in the morning.
I carefully close the door and flip the safety latch. And then nearly die of heart palpitations when I reach the kitchen and my mom is sitting at the island with a mug of tea.
“Holy shitballs, Mom, you scared the crap out of me.”
She’s wearing a nightshirt that reads NAMASTE in bed.
“How long has this been going on?”
My eyes dart around the kitchen. “How long has—”
She gives me a look.
I bite my lips together.
“How long, honey?” Her voice wavers with anxiety and something else.
“Since January-ish.”
She nods once and exhales what seems to be a relieved breath. “Nothing happened between you before that?”
I shake my head. “I mean, I’ve had a crush for a while. But it wasn’t until this season that he saw me as more.”
“Is this a fling?”
“No.”
She regards me for a few long seconds before she asks, “Does that mean you’re serious about each other? That he’s looking for exclusivity?”
“Yeah. We’re serious.” The exclusivity goes without saying. He couldn’t even handle me going for coffee with someone else.
“And Roman is unaware this is going on. You know his rule about dating players.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“We’re going to tell him. I just want to be done with exams and the gala first. You know how Dad can be.”
“You’re his baby.”
“In three weeks, I’ll be a university graduate. I’m his baby, but I’m not a baby.”
“I know this world you’ve grown up in has matured you faster than most. But you still have a lot of learning and growing to do.” She holds out a hand, and I settle mine in hers. “I trust you to make informed decisions about who you want to be with. Your dad is a fantastic example of a good man. He can be overprotective, and sometimes oblivious when it comes to how he sees you versus who you truly are. But you hiding this concerns me. Why the secrecy?”
I glance over my shoulder to make sure we’re alone. “He wants to tell Dad, but I asked him to wait. Dad will be upset. He won’t be okay with this. Not at first, but hopefully with time. I just need for this not to affect my exams or the end of his season.” My dad’s already given up so much for me, and now this. What if it’s too much? What if this is the thing that makes him realize that all his sacrifices were pointless?
“You’re not even giving Roman a chance to manage his feelings on this.”
“It’s not just his feelings, though, Mom. It’s mine too. I don’t think I can handle him being mad at me. Worse, what if he gives me the ‘I’m not mad, I’m disappointed’? Thinking about it is just…” I shake my head. “It makes me feel sick. We never ever fight. This is his second to last season ever, and I have to finish the year strong. Plus what if he can’t forgive me for this? What if he hates me for it? What if it changes our relationship and I can’t fix it?”