Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I reared up in pleasure. I knew I should stop her. Stop this madness, but I couldn’t. I wanted nothing more than to feel her mouth on me. To sink into the sensations she was causing in my cock. I arched my back, wanting closer to the pleasure.
“Yeah, Lady. Suck me.” I groaned as her movements became faster. “Yes,” I panted. “Like that. Just like that.”
She played with my balls. Deep-throated me in a way I had never experienced. Stroked me with her tongue. Teased me with her fingers. Wrapped her fist around me as she sucked. I was lost in a vortex of desire, my body locking down. I moaned and cursed. Slid my fingers into her hair and rubbed restless circles on her head while praising her. Begging her for more.
And she gave it to me.
I succumbed. Shouting, calling her name, spilling down her throat, the blistering heat and frenzy of my orgasm washing over me. Until it was over and all I could do was lie there, drifting and sated, unsure if I could ever wake up again and not recall this moment. Crave it again.
Crave her.
She settled beside me, and I turned my head. She smiled, sunshine and Sammy all rolled up together.
“Are you mad?”
I had to smile. I should be angry. I should be furious at this entire situation. But I wasn’t.
“Hard to be mad when my cock was so happily trapped between those pretty lips.” I traced the full pinkness of them.
“I wanted to say thanks for last night.” She paused. “Pancakes didn’t seem the way to go.”
I burst out laughing. She said the funniest things when I least expected it.
“Sammy, this is complicated. I can’t risk—”
She shook her head, stopping me. “I’m not asking for anything. I don’t expect anything. It happened—again—and I’m not going to beat myself up over it.”
“So, what do you suggest?”
She rolled out of bed, standing beside it. Her white nightgown hid little from me with the sun coming up behind her and outlining her curves under the cotton. “We move on. At this point, I suppose we’re even. We carry on.”
I sat up, resting on my elbow. “Simple as that?”
She let her gaze wander over my chest, down my torso to where my cock began to stir simply at the sight of her. I pulled on the blanket, covering myself before she could see the effect she had on me.
She smiled, but this one wasn’t as bright as it had been earlier. I much preferred that sunshine. “Simple as that. Although I think, tonight, I’ll apply the lotion myself.” She bent and picked up her toiletry bag. “For now, I’m going to have a shower.”
Then she left. I stared at the door, wishing for her to return. To come back and let me have her one more time. Just to get it out of my system once and for all.
But when the shower came on, I knew she had made the right decision. I rolled out of her bed, yanking up my sweats.
I headed to my room before I changed my mind and joined her in the shower.
I had to stop this madness.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LUKE
Two days later, I swung my legs out of bed and sat up, rubbing my eyes after yet another night of restlessness.
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep beside Sammy the other night. But doing so, and then what happened the next morning, had unlocked something in me. I relived those first waking moments, seeing her looking at me, her dark gaze intense, her mouth wrapped around my cock, was enough to make me hard instantly. I recalled the other brief seconds I had woken in the night, knowing I should let her go and return to my own bed, yet unable to unlock my arms from around her.
I fought every night not to head down the hall. Slide into her bed and make love to her properly. Hold her and feel the way she melted into me.
I made a point of staying away from Sammy. It was more difficult than I expected, even though I knew it was for the best. I was polite, courteous, and helpful. I was also distant, stayed away from the house, and ignored every feeling of jealousy and the urge to push my own workers in front of a raging bull when I would see them stand too close to her.
She was busy, constantly filming, talking, taking pictures. She had set up a small office in the corner of the living room on an old desk my mom used on occasion. The rare times I would stride into the house, she was there, working. I kept our conversations brief and found excuses to leave as fast as possible. I made sure she ate, asking Callie to include her in all meals, and I took my own food at the cookhouse or ate alone on the porch.