Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I take him deep down my throat. I need him closer.
So much to make up for.
His breathing is ragged, and he shudders as if close. “Get up here,” he growls. “Get the fuck up here on my cock.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up to my position on his lap, my legs spread back around his. Holding his base, he swipes the tip of his cock through my dripping-wet flesh.
Oh.
We stare at each other, arousal and thick want bouncing between us.
“Get on it,” he mouths darkly.
I slide down, but he’s too big; my body meets resistance. He rocks me from side to side to try and loosen me up.
“Oh god,” I moan. “I’ve missed this beautiful cock of yours.”
He smiles darkly, and with his two hands on my hip bones, he slams me down hard, forcing my body to take him all.
I cry out at the possession as his body overtakes every single inch of mine.
My body ripples around his as we stare at each other.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Don’t.” His eyes flutter shut, as if he’s trying to block me out.
“It’s true.”
Something snaps inside of him, something dark and sinister.
The next thing I know, I’m bent over on my hands and knees on the couch. He slides in deep, unforgiving, forcing me forward until my face crushes into the couch.
Then he’s riding me hard, thick, fast pumps, and I can’t even breathe as the air is knocked out of my lungs.
Good lord, nobody fucks like Blake Grayson.
Nobody.
He lifts one of my legs as he takes me deeper, harder, and faster, and I see all the stars as I scream for mercy.
“Blake,” I whimper.
“This is what you came for, isn’t it?” He continues to give me the beating that my body’s been craving. Our skin slaps together, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan that turns me inside out.
I clutch the lounge as he pumps me one . . . two . . . three times, and my vision blacks out as I come hard and fast.
I cry out as I lose all control.
He holds himself deep, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he empties deep inside me.
We pant, gasping for air.
I feel a soft, tender kiss on the back of my shoulder blade. It reminds me of so many happy memories, and I smile into the couch cushion.
“I missed my plane,” I pant.
“Who said I’m finished with you?”
Is there a better place on earth than lying with your head on Blake Grayson’s chest?
No.
No, there is not.
We are naked, our bodies tangled together under the blankets. His lips are pressed against my temple.
It’s late, and I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve made love tonight.
We fucked a few times, but then in the shower it changed. It was like I wore him down, and the longer I was in his arms, the more tender he became.
His fingers run aimlessly through my hair, and I know that he’s as deep in thought as I am.
“God, I missed you,” I murmur softly.
He kisses my temple but doesn’t reply.
“Do you like living in New York?”
“Surprisingly, yes.” I feel him smile against my skin.
“What do you like about it?” I ask.
“The anonymity.”
I smile. “Somehow I don’t think you could be anonymous anywhere you go, Blake.”
It feels like old times between us, the tenderness, the love. The perfect fitting together of our bodies.
He was right. All that time, long ago, he was right—I was always meant to be his. And he was always meant to be mine.
“Good night, Blake,” I whisper into the darkness.
“Good night, Bec.”
For the first time in what feels like forever, wrapped safely in his arms, I drift into a restful sleep.
The scent of cologne wakes me, and I roll over to see Blake fully dressed in his suit. I sit up onto my elbows and look around groggily. “What time is it?” I murmur.
“Time for you to get up.” He adjusts his cuff links. “I’ve booked you on a flight this morning at eleven.”
“Oh.” I frown. I fiddle with the blankets as I think out loud. “Maybe I could stay for a few extra days?”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “No, I think you should get going.”
“Blake, I could move here. I mean, I know it’s not perfect for Daisy, but I could walk her three times a day, and maybe I could do some online tutoring from home, and . . . ?”
He comes in, sits on the side of the bed, and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“Bec, you need to go home.”
“But when will I see you again?”
“Remember what this was . . .”
I cut him off. “I don’t want closure. I want this to be a new beginning.”
“Bec, I . . .”
“If I could take back that day, Blake, I would give anything to be able to do that. You and me, we’re too perfect together.”