Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
He kisses me back and we do that for a little while, the fight on hold. His hand grabs mine, then he slides it down his chest until it’s resting on his cock.
He does this the same way I make Nova grab my cock. Then we pull apart and look at each other. He sighs. “I don’t care if you fuck her, Locke. But in return, you don’t get to care about what I do with her.”
“What are you going to do with her?”
“You said that I could get something out of this too, if I play it right. This is my play. And it’s going to work. So you will not be pissed at me when it happens.”
I am conflicted. Because I’m pretty sure I know what he’s going to do, and I don’t like it.
But I give in. Because it was, actually, my idea. “Fine. I won’t be pissed.” Then I kiss him again.
Maybe, one day, I might care if he and I are both fucking the same woman. But this is not that day. In fact, the whole idea of it makes me hard.
He continues to help me rub his dick. Then he uses my hand to pull his sweat shorts down and a moment later I have his thick, hard cock in my hand.
I jerk him off the same way I make Nova jerk me off.
Hard, and quick, and with no satisfaction on her part other than the pleasure she gives me.
But with Mercer, it’s the other way around. I get him off and he never gives back.
Just the kiss. That’s all I ever get.
And sometimes a kiss is enough.
You can get lost in the right kiss.
The right kiss can change a life.
This kiss certainly changed mine. But not in a good way.
I don’t dwell on it much, but it’s always there inside me. This feeling that what we’re doing is wrong.
Why do I stay?
What is wrong with me that I am a part of this?
And what does it say that I am now doing the very same thing to Nova?
No. It’s not the same.
Not at all.
Last night changed everything. I was inside her. I got her off.
My relationship with Nova is nothing like my relationship with Mercer.
He comes in my hand, allows himself a few moments of heavy breathing, then pushes me off him and walks out of the kitchen.
“You didn’t eat your eggs,” I call.
“They’re cold,” he says.
And then he goes into his study and closes the door.
CHAPTER NINE – NOVA
FIVE YEARS AGO
“What do you see in him?”
I look up from my computer and find Mercer hovering nearby. He’s leaning against a file cabinet with his arms crossed. His outfit today kinda caught me by surprise because he’s a man who likes a suit. Today he is wearing jeans. And he didn’t shave this morning. He looks… dangerous when he doesn’t shave. Dark. But I really like this look on him so he kinda catches me staring.
“Nova?”
“Huh?”
“Locke?”
I huff, then blush. “What—”
“Don’t bother. I already know. He and I are a thing. Did he tell you?”
Even if I were the most accomplished liar in the history of liars, there is no way to hide the surprise on my face. “N-no.” He didn’t tell me, but am I really surprised? Locke and Olsen are very comfortable with each other. Just thinking about the Fourth of July makes me wet. Like, literally. I feel it pooling between my legs.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. I’ve definitely never had six orgasms in one night before. In fact, I wonder if we’re going to do it again.
“Well? Are you going to answer my question?”
“What do I see in Locke?” I blow out a breath. “I dunno. He’s… interesting.”
“He told me you’ve been giving him handjobs since the first day you arrived. In public.”
I scoff, kind of… caught off guard. “Um. Should we be talking about this?”
“Why wouldn’t we?”
“Because you’re my boss.”
“I’m not your boss. We’re partners. You have a one-year contract. Even if I wanted to fire you—and I don’t, Nova—I wouldn’t be able to. Also, I think it would be good to clear the air. So there are no misunderstandings. He lives with me. Did he tell you that?”
I just blink at him. “You two… live together?”
“For almost a decade now. We sleep in the same bed, most nights.”
I blink again. “Holy shit. I slept with your boyfriend?”
“We don’t use labels like that. But yeah. If you must label it so it makes sense, then you did.”
“Oh, my God, Mercer! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! He didn’t tell me!”
Mercer waves a hand in the air. “I’m not mad. Don’t worry.”
“You’re not?”
“Of course not. We sleep with other people all the time. He’s been sleeping with Olsen for years now. You’re not the first woman they’ve shared like that, you know.”