Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
He reached around and found her slick clitoris, pressing down and starting a slow slide. He was too tuned up. The emotion of the day pressed in and shot his control, but he would be damned if he would go over without her. All thoughts of causing her pain had fled, replaced with the idea of making her hurt as much as he was. She would miss this, miss him. She would never find another lover who could do this to her.
Yeah, he could do that. He could take these last days and fuck her so long and hard and true that she could never find another man to satisfy her.
“Josh. Please, Josh.” Her throaty cries filled the shower and he wished everyone on the planet could hear that.
He knew what she wanted and pressed down hard while he thrust in as far as he could, let loose with his release. He pounded into her as she clenched him tight, milking every drop he had inside him. Fuck fighting. He’d needed this.
“Josh.” She said his name like a benediction.
He held her against him, his cock slipping out, but still warm against her. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
She sighed, but let her head come back, resting against his chest as he fondled her breasts. “Then let me clean you up, Master. If it doesn’t mean anything, then it’s all right to let me do it.”
He was still as she grabbed the soap and started moving her hands over his body, washing him clean.
It didn’t mean anything, he told himself. He closed his eyes against the sight of her serving him.
It didn’t mean a fucking thing.
Chapter Sixteen
The next day as he sat in The Reef’s small conference room, Josh had to admit the big guy had presence. The smaller guy in the suit had style. The other guy was half asleep.
These were Kayla’s coworkers and it was exactly like he’d thought. Her delicate beauty didn’t fit with these hulking, massive men.
“I’m Ian Taggart,” the biggest of the men said as he settled into a chair opposite Josh. “Yolo McSwaggins here is named Adam Miles, and Sleeping Beauty is my business partner, Alex McKay. Don’t mind Alex. He recently adopted a second child and then his sperm totally went on a hyper salmon run and his wife turns up pregnant. They went from no kids to looking at having three under the age of five. Welcome to my world, buddy. I’m pretty sure he’s here because he thought he could get some sleep.”
Alex McKay’s middle finger made an appearance and he sat up and stretched. “I’m here because I don’t trust you to not piss off the dude who could sue us. This is going to require some subtlety.”
The third man smiled, a smooth expression. “And I’m here because I’m the brains. Adam Miles, head of Miles-Dean, Weston and Murdoch Investigative Services.” He turned to Taggart. “Yolo McSwaggins? Where the fuck do you get this shit? Do you troll Urban Dictionary?” He obviously didn’t need an answer as he immediately turned back to Josh. “Mr. Hunt, I’m happy to meet you. I’m a big fan.”
Wow. It was weird. He knew these dudes even though he hadn’t met these dudes. It was like watching a movie but the faces had changed from the actors playing the roles to the real live people. He couldn’t help it, but he had to look to Kayla. He’d meant to ignore her completely. After the shower incident the previous night, he’d ignored her the rest of the evening. Well, until it had been time to go to bed. Then he’d shown up at her door and practically fallen on top of her when she opened her arms. While they’d been fucking—he wasn’t going to call it by the other term—he’d been content. The minute he’d rolled off her, he’d wanted to go to sleep, her small body wrapped up in his like some super-sexy teddy bear he clung to to keep the bad dreams away. He’d forced himself to get up and walk back to his own bed where he’d sat and watched the ceiling most of the night.
But he couldn’t ignore her now because she had answers. He caught her eye. “Pierce Craig?”
He’d totally seen this movie. The big Viking who was made of sarcasm was obviously Pierce Craig from the movie Love After Death. Jared had almost played that role. Josh had been the one to sit by as Jared had dissected everything the actor who’d gotten the role after him had done wrong. Funny, it was hard to see his soft-hearted friend playing the massive ex-Special Forces soldier.
Kayla’s lips curled up, though he noted the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Yes, and Axel and Zan. I think they’re shooting Zan and Ava’s movie in a couple of months.”