Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
He reached for a golden bottle of Guerlain, squirting it twice into his palms. “I should.”
His strong fingers ran over his shoulders, back, and chest. I quickened my pace on my clit, using my other hand to create a V with my index and middle finger to spread my pussy lips. His chest rose and fell faster.
He grunted, something that sounded like a moan. “Do you mind if I clean my cock, too?”
“Nope.” My voice escaped thick and syrupy, so unlike me. “Hygiene comes first.”
My hips rocked back and forth to the rhythm of our heartbeats. Even from across the shower, I could still feel him. His hot breaths. His impossible pulse. His eyes touching me everywhere they landed.
I wanted to drown in this man and never come up for air. He could ruin me if he wanted to. In fact, I almost lost the plan. My purpose. The reason I’d goaded him into feeding our temptation.
Ollie’s hand slid up his cock from root to crown. “We should stop this.”
Still, he rubbed his thumb over the slit at the tip, quivering with lust and excitement, his eyes boring into mine.
“No.” I picked up my pace. “I’m too close.”
“I can’t. I can’t.” Oliver shook his head, letting go of his engorged cock. Rain battered his back as he plastered both his palms on the mosaic tiles. “It’s not okay. I can’t do this to you.”
“I’m so close.”
I really was.
A heavy pant tore through me. I circled my clit before burying two fingers inside me. I didn’t know how to explain it, but I knew this was hotter than any sex I’d ever had – and ever would have. Just knowing Oliver was here. In front of me. Losing his sanity – his mind – over me.
It was all I ever wanted.
Still.
And that thrilled and depressed me at the same time.
“I can see that.” His throat bobbed with a swallow. “You’re breathtaking when you come.”
It was all I needed to push me over the edge. My heart soared, my skin flushed, and my walls pulsated as a hot wave of pleasure rolled over me, starting from the tip of my skull and moving all the way down to my toes.
I was floating, spiraling, succumbing to sweet desire. A moment passed where my entire existence suspended in the air. I tossed my head back, closed my eyes, and let myself feel for a change.
A few moments later, I opened my eyes and found Oliver already on his feet. A towel clung to his waist. He stared at me with a mixture of confusion and horror. It dawned on me what I just did. How close I’d been to sleeping with him.
I stood up, grinned, and strutted over to him, hips swaying. His gaze clung to them, tracing the outline of my waist before moving down between my thighs. I stopped when I reached him and fanned the fingers that were just inside my pussy between us.
I raised an eyebrow. “Want a taste?”
“More than anything in this fucking world,” he croaked. “But I can’t. Not until you get your memory back.”
“Oh, well.”
Still, I drew closer to him. My nipples kissed his chest as I stood on my tiptoes and reached behind his back to turn off the faucet. The second it sputtered off, my skin prickled from the crisp air.
Oliver held his breath as we touched. Drunk on the power I had against him, I rubbed my nipples on him. He held his breath, going eerily still.
His eyes slammed shut. He sucked in a deep inhale, breathing in my fingers. A groan rumbled from deep inside his throat.
“Briar.”
I stretched, arching my naked body against his like a bow. “Maybe next time, right?”
My dripping pussy met his towel – and the throbbing erection it failed to conceal.
“Fucking definitely.”
I turned around and walked away.
1-0 to the away team, asshole.
I was keeping score.
Because earlier, before the lake that reminded me of the one we’d fallen in love at, I’d finally remembered my ugly past.
Fifteen years ago, Oliver von Bismarck abandoned me.
This time, I would be the one to leave.
But not before inflicting him with a wound deeper than the one he’d given me.
Chapter Forty-Four
Oliver
Romeo Costa: Well? Does she have her memory back?
Ollie vB: No, but I’m about to have my dick amputated to stop myself from grinding against her every night.
Zach Sun: Have you considered sleeping in separate beds? Or houses, considering you’re a virtual stranger.
Ollie vB: How would Farrow react if you told her you wanted to sleep in different beds?
Romeo Costa: She’d skew him like a doner kebab and watch as he spins slowly over a fire while she reads to him a list of his business rivals’ greatest accomplishments.
Ollie vB: Thank you.
Romeo Costa: You can just tell her the truth.
Ollie vB: Doctor Cohen said it would set her back.