Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The same thing went for him.
Sure, I’d seen him go on dates. I’d seen him have hookups. But I’d never seen him have someone around for a time longer than a few weeks.
“We do this, it doesn’t affect Sara,” I said. “We do this, and we act like it never happened when she’s around. That way, she’ll never clue in.”
He snorted. “That’s likely never going to happen.”
True. Sara was a smart cookie. If we started acting friendly toward each other in any way, she’d clue in.
“Okay,” I said. “How about this? We start acting a little more friendly toward each other. That way, if we slip up, it’s already been in the works. If we stop this”—I gestured toward him and me—“then it’ll just be as if we’d given it our best shot, but we’re better off as enemies.”
“Enemies,” he murmured, taking a step closer.
I could feel the heat of his body now.
I could practically taste the mint on his breath as it fanned against my skin.
We were so close, if I breathed deep enough, my breasts would brush against his chest.
Just to test the theory, I did take a deep breath. And my distended nipples brushed against his hard chest, making a jolt of awareness spear through me like a bolt of lightning through my veins.
He growled underneath his breath.
Then there was no more talking. No more making up fake scenarios that we both knew wouldn’t work.
There was only him. Me. And then there was his mouth on mine.
It took me two seconds to fall into him. Three to practically climb him like a tree. And seven to get my arms and legs wrapped around him.
He took us down to the bed, and then there he was, pressing his hardened cock against my core.
There was no buildup. No foreplay. Only him shoving his pants down, pulling his cock free, and slamming himself deep inside of me.
It was hate sex, pure and simple.
There was no love. No promises. No nothing but a furious fucking that had both of our breaths leaving us in tandem.
I’d never had sex like this before. So fast. Ferocious. Furious.
It was everything I never knew I wanted.
I moaned into his mouth, and when he slipped his tongue into my opened mouth, I bit down on it.
Not hard. But enough to let him know that this wasn’t a love bite.
This was a hate bite.
This was a fuck you to him.
This was…holy shit. I didn’t have any clue what it was.
His cock was filling me to the brim, and it was more than obvious that he wasn’t even all the way inside of me with the way his hips didn’t brush the backs of my thighs.
“More,” I ordered. “Give me all of you.”
He pulled back, read the order in my eyes, then narrowed his own at me.
“You can’t handle it,” he promised.
Oh, I could handle anything he was willing to give me.
“You’re not going to hurt me.” I paused. “And even if it did hurt me, maybe it was meant to hurt.”
Then there was no more talking. There was lots of heavy breathing. Lots of deep, delicious thrusts of his cock inside of me. And there was the absolute certainty that this was way better than I ever would’ve thought possible.
His hands were everywhere. His mouth was kissing an erotic line down the left side of my neck, and his hands. Oh, his hands. Those rough, workingman hands were all over the outsides of my thighs, deliciously dragging along sensitive skin.
I closed my eyes as my hands went around his shoulders, desperately searching for a way to hold on to him better as his thrusts intensified to something so powerful I knew I’d be feeling it tomorrow.
One of his hands latched on to my hair as I felt his body tighten.
Knowing he was so close threw me into my own downward spiral.
It took all of twenty seconds once I knew he was barely hanging on.
Coming with a man had always been one of those things nobody had been able to accomplish with me. It just figures after four tries with really nice guys, all it would take to come with a cock inside of me was one really mean guy.
But that was par for the course with Davis.
I should’ve known he’d be the one to make me come.
And come hard, too.
It literally took my breath away as the buildup crashed into the beginning of my orgasm.
His thrusts became erratic after that as he felt the walls of my sex close and pulse around him.
With a final growl, he released, too.
And the two of us together finished something that was probably never supposed to be.
My hands hit the bed as my body all but collapsed.
My breath was sawing in and out of my lungs at an embarrassing rate, and the icing on the cake?