Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she moans, breaking the kiss. Lev tilts her head back, giving a tug to my hair. She's not trying to pull it, but rather needs to hold it. I move my mouth to her neck. “Keep going.” Lev attempts to shift her hips closer to me. I pin her to the wall gently, knowing it's stone.
“You trying to make me come? You come.”
“Yes.”
I rock my cock against her, feeling the heat between her thighs. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Eros, make me come.” It doesn’t surprise me in the least that she asks for what she wants. I press into her harder, grinding my cock against her pussy as I lick and suck at her neck.
Her thighs begin to shake, and her grip on my hair tightens even more. “Let it go, darling,” I whisper into her ear. We’re both so damn close. The base of my spine is tingling. “All you have to do is let go. I got you. I’ll always have you.”
“Eros!” Lev cries out my name, her legs locking around me. I press my face into her neck, a low groan rumbling from me as I come right along with her.
My mind envisions her lying on a bed beneath me as I thrust in and out before letting my release go inside her.
My hips jerk as the last of my release leaves my body. Our heavy breathing fills the stairway.
“Wow.” Lev lets out a sigh. “I bet we ended up scaring the ghost instead,” she says, making us both burst into laughter.
Fuck, I know I’m going to love this girl… If my father is right about the Cupid men, I likely already do.
7
LEV
Igroan, rolling over and searching for my phone as the alarm goes off. It takes me a minute to untangle it from my bedding. I double-check to see how much time I have to get ready and make it to the bus stop on time.
Then I click out and check my texts, which is stupid because I blocked Eros. I feel terrible about it, but I didn’t have a choice. He’s too dangerous. Not in a bad way but a good one. He’s someone I could see myself falling for, and when it ended, which it would eventually, I’d be crushed. So cutting him off was my only option.
After the most intense orgasm of my life, we’d finally gotten back to Scooby Doo-ing using our phones as flashlights. The only scary thing we found down there was wine, and Eros’s telling me one bottle cost a grand. That was terrifying.
We ended up back in his room. I hadn’t planned to stay after the reception, so I didn’t ask Gabriella for a room. Staying wasn’t even my intention when I went back with him. It didn't take him long to persuade me otherwise. The promise of minibar snacks and scary movies had won me over. That mixed with the thought of not having to spend a night at home really sealed it for me. I’m not sure at what point I’d fallen asleep, but I woke up with me plastered to him. It was the most restful night of my life.
I scrambled out of the bed so quickly I almost fell on my ass. I was going to make a run for it, but again Eros caught me, talking me into breakfast. That breakfast led to a stroll in the park, and at some point, he put his number into my phone and called his with mine.
Thankfully, my mom intervened by calling in a semi-panic about a strange smell in the house. Eros pushed to give me a ride home, but I pushed right back. I ended up letting him at least wave down a cab for me that he paid for, giving the man a couple hundred bucks.
The car had barely pulled away and Eros was texting me. I texted him all the way home. Until I came face to face with my father.
He was back. Lovely. He’d gotten Mom to lie so that I would come home after she’d told him I hadn’t the night before. I got the third degree. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and it was only early afternoon.
I spent the rest of my day in my room texting with Eros. The texts were fun and flirty, but they started to really freak me out. In a moment of panic, I blocked him.
I stretch, getting out of bed to get ready. I was told the office was casual, but I’m not too sure what that means. I go with a pair of black jeans I can wear my boots with and a plain black shirt that has rips in the bottom of it that I’d done myself. Then I get to work on my hair and makeup. I may not have the fanciest clothes, but I can make anything look good with hair and makeup.