Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Sweat coats both our bodies. Our chests heave as we stare at each other in awe. “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me.
“I hate you.” I grin.
“Hate feels real fucking good.” He flashes me a devilish look.
Slipping off the bed, he unties my binds, caressing the marks left there, “I’ll be right back.” He tells me, leaving to go into the bathroom. He returns moments later with ointment and coats my wrists and ankles with the healing balm. He removes the tatters of my clothing from the bed, strips out of what’s remaining of his, and buries us beneath the covers, dragging me into his arms.
“So, didn’t go to work then?” I smirk against his chest.
“I prefer play over work any day when it involves you.” He kisses the top of my head, stroking a hand down my hair.
“I think Wayne’s infatuated. And his husband, Luke? He’s going to fall in love with you,” I grumble. “I just know it.”
Chuckling, his chest vibrates my cheek. “You’ll just have to break his heart then, because I’m in love with someone else.” He says it so casual, so honest and free. My body tenses and lungs freeze. “Calm down, Red. I didn’t say it was you,” he torments, making me burst into a fit of giggles.
I slap at his chest. “It’s Wayne, isn’t it?”
When the humor fades, he palms my cheek, bringing my eyes to his. Tears well, and a crescent moon smile across his lips makes my heart jump in my chest. He’s so beautiful. “It’s you. Damn, it’s all you, baby.”
“Joshua…” I breathe, my heart pounding, making my head fog.
“I’ll cherish you for as long as you give me, Quinn,” he says, peppering my face with kisses. “I fucking love you, baby.” Kiss. “I didn’t plan it.” Kiss. “Or expect this when you contacted me.” Kiss. “But damn, I fucking thank my lucky stars every day you found your way to me.” Kiss, kiss.
“Well,” I choke out, overwhelmed, giving him back every kiss he’s giving me. “Brace yourself.” Kiss. “Because I’m falling for you, Joshua Tuck.” Kiss.
“Falling?” He smirks, rolling me over and covering my body with his.
“Okay.” I sniffle on a giggle. “I’ve fallen so deep, so far into you, I don’t ever want to find my way out,” I correct.
He crushes his lips to mine in a breath-stealing moment, showing me just how much he loves me. He nudges himself between my legs and pushes inside me, making me gasp. His lips trace down my jawline, throat, nipping, caressing, loving. We move together in-sync, our sweat-laced bodies gliding in tune with the other. This isn’t fucking—no, this is different, this is lovemaking. The intensity thickens the air around us, taking us to another level, committing ourselves to each other, giving everything we are to the other. I can’t get enough of him, his scent, his touch, taste.
“I love being inside you,” he groans, rotating his hips, pushing in deeper. Tears leak from my eyes as the connection between us sends my heart soaring.
My body coils tight as I come around his cock. “And I love you,” I call out. Waves of rapture ripple through my body, taking me to a high I never want to come down from.
“Making you come is my second favorite thing in the world,” Joshua groans, biting down on my jaw as he pumps his seed into my body.
“What’s your first?” I breathe, utterly sated.
“Making you smile.” He kisses my lips, and I fall for him all over again.
11
Two months later…
“This place is nice,” Quinn marvels as we move through the crowd at Diamond in the Rough. She’s meeting my friends for the first time tonight as my girlfriend.
“Sofina turned it from a shitty bar to this really fucking cool event hall,” I explain, my palm at Quinn’s ass as I guide her around a rowdy group of guys. “Ren is always combing this place for new talent.”
“I still can’t believe you know her,” she says. “I listen to her music all the time.”
“Yeah, I know her. She’s a brat,” I tease. “I’ll introduce you to Xavi Jacobs too.”
“Of Berlin Scandal?” She gapes at me. “I worked on their marketing campaign but never got to meet them.”
“You forget my best friends own Harose,” I say with a chuckle.
“I’ve been to Harose a few times now doing work for Mr. Hayes, but I’ve never seen any of artists there.” She grins, all fucking giddy and cute as hell.
“It’s Ronan now. Not Mr. Hayes,” I correct her.
We make it over to the VIP table reserved for us where Ren is telling an animated story. His girl, Natasha, watches him with an amused smirk. Ronan has Sofina sitting in his lap, a possessive arm wrapped around her. Xavi and his band members laugh at Ren’s antics.
I playfully punch Xavi. “Where’s your dad?” I tease, referring to his boyfriend, Blaine.