Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
After setting the alarm and double-checking the main doors are locked, I hurry up the stairs to my apartment. But the curiosity is too much and I can’t resist rushing over to my window and peering out. I gasp, finding the familiar black truck right there, still up on the curb, only now there’s a grinning Xander staring up at me from the walkway.
No. I’m not just in trouble. I’m completely and utterly fucked.
Xander grins up at me, clearly knowing just how much he’s affecting me. “I’ll see you around, Charli,” he calls up to me before walking back around to his driver’s door. He glances up at me one more time, his eyes sparkling with wicked desire. Before he’s even gotten in his truck and driven away, I’m melting into a puddle on my bedroom floor.
This is not what I need right now. I need to concentrate on getting my life back on track. I have a new job starting in a few days, and I don’t need any distractions. Especially distractions that come in the shape of an extremely ripped hockey player/fighter in a leather jacket with a panty-dropping smile.
Oh God. Just the thought of that smile has something burning up inside me.
Heading into the bathroom, I strip out of Lex’s skanky-ass clothes before splashing cold water on my face and scrubbing off my makeup. Deciding I need to completely wash off the night, I jump straight into a cool shower and scrub the stench of Lex’s joint out of my hair before washing the sticky, spilled drinks off my body.
After my shower, I grab a cold glass of water and head into my bedroom before dropping my towel and finding a pair of pajamas. I climb into bed and am instantly hit with the images of Xander in the ring, dominating his opponent in nothing but a pair of gym shorts. His ripped body glistening with sweat as he smirks up at me.
My eyes close as the burning need within me intensifies, and I know there’s only one way I’ll be falling asleep tonight.
My hand travels beneath the covers, and I suck in a breath, Xander’s face and body keeping me hostage. My fingers trail over my clit and I groan, rolling over it again. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and not being able to resist, I push them lower before sliding my fingers deep inside of me.
More images fill my mind. His body. His eyes. His cocky smirk. His everything.
My other hand comes up, skimming across my waist and up to my nipple, gently pinching as my back arches up off my mattress. My thumb works my clit as my fingers curl inside of me, imagining just how good it would be with Xander.
He’d know exactly how to touch me. How fast and hard, how raw and wild. Fuck, I’ll never be able to resist him.
I push my body right to the edge until I detonate around my fingers, my pussy convulsing around them. I cry out his name, my eyes rolling in my head as my orgasm pulses through my body. And as I come down from my high and stare up at my ceiling, desperately trying to catch my breath, I know that I will never be the same.
Chapter 7
XANDER
I don’t know what it is about this girl, but something had me waiting outside Micky’s like a fucking stalker, watching and waiting until I could see that she was inside her apartment, safe and sound.
I just stood there like a fucking loser. Who the hell does that?
All I know is one minute she was slipping through the doors, and the next, she was beaming down at me from her apartment window. I told her I would see her around, and I have never uttered truer words in my life. There’s something about her. Something that pulls me in and refuses to let go. She has her claws in deep, and talking to her in my truck made me realize just how genuine and ambitious she is, not to mention gorgeous as fuck. She has goals, dreams, and a damn backbone to make it happen. It’s fucking admirable.
Unlike me, who’s biding my time, waiting for the shit to hit the fan rather than making the change for myself. She’s a force to be reckoned with, an inspiration, and a damn sexy one at that. One I can’t seem to get out of my head.
Charli told me about wanting to own her own hair salon, and I couldn’t believe how similar her dream was to mine of owning a gym. She would chat and get carried away with the conversation as if she was too excited about her future to stop, but then it was almost as if she remembered she was shy and would suddenly cut herself off and start blushing. It was the most adorable thing, and made me desperate for more.