Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Look at you,” he said, pumping into me, watching every expression that fluttered over my face. “Look at how well you take my cock.”
Sweet heavens, this man was going to be the end of me. How could he possibly be the perfect combination of proper southern politeness during the day and proper sinful delight at night?
He drew all the way out, leaving just the tip in for a few moments until I looked down between us. Lava streaked through my veins at the sight, at the way he was playing my body like an instrument he’d mastered. He plunged in again, sending heat spiraling all throughout my body, plucking every nerve ending awake with the sweetest song.
Over and over, he sank into me before pulling out, stringing me up with crackling need that threatened to consume me.
I was his to play.
I was his to own.
I was his in a way I’d never been anyone else’s.
“You’re there,” he said, his voice as ragged as my breathing. “I can feel you clenching me so damn good.”
I pulsed around him, my pleasure on the cusp of exploding. “James, I’m…I’m…”
I couldn’t make out the words. I couldn’t think straight. Not when he bottomed out and ground against my oversensitive clit. Not when he hauled me as close to him as humanly possible and pistoned his hips—
“God,” I moaned as pleasure ripped from my body, splintering me in the most beautiful way. Warmth slicked my thighs as he pumped me from one orgasm right into another, drawing out the pleasure until I cried out his name.
“Fuck,” he groaned, chasing my orgasm with his own until he gently rolled us to our sides as we caught our breath.
Apprehension washed over me, threatening to steal every ounce of joy inside me at the moment. My body remembered this moment, remembered that now was the time he’d hop out of bed and hunt down a drink or a hit or a shower.
I clenched my eyes shut, forcing the thoughts from my head. Those memories weren’t of Jim. Weren’t of anyone who ever actually cared about me.
“Hey,” he said, gently stroking back my hair. “Did I hurt you?”
I opened my eyes, my heart melting at the concern in his.
“Not even close,” I said, and relief shaped his features.
He scooted close to me, kissing me quickly before he did hop out of bed.
My heart sank, a balloon bursting in my chest as he hurried into what I assumed was a connected bathroom. It wasn’t like I’d gotten a good look at his room when we came up here. Now would be a good time to find my clothes, but they were downstairs. Still, it’s not like I wanted to lay here naked in his bed while he showered me off of himself—
“On your back,” Jim demanded, and my eyes flared wide as I did what I was told. And watched as he tenderly, almost lovingly cleaned me up before returning to the bathroom, only to bring back a glass of water and hand it to me. “Drink up,” he said.
I raised my brows but sat up enough to drink half the glass down. His approving smile was enough to make warm shivers dance beneath my skin.
“Do you need something to eat?” he asked, and I tilted my head.
“No, why?” I asked as he took the water from me and sat it on his nightstand.
“Because I’m nowhere near close to finished with you yet.”
My lips parted, but I couldn’t form a response as he climbed back onto the bed. His kiss was slower this time, almost lazy, as if we indeed had all the time in the world to play.
He gently pushed me back onto the bed, bringing our bodies flush as he seemed content to kiss the breath straight from my lungs.
And as I fell deeper and deeper under his spell, I knew without a doubt that I was wholly and truly fucked.
Because I already knew I was falling in love with this new version of myself, but now…
Now I was certain I was falling for him again.
And I didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
CHAPTER 10
Jim
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked, noting the way Anne wore exhaustion like one of her favorite pieces of jewelry.
“Hmm?” she asked, blinking out of a daze she’d held for the last five minutes.
“You’ve been standing in this hallway for a while now,” I said, motioning to the empty coffee cup in her hand, the half-full pot untouched on the small table in front of her.
“Have I?” Something like concern flashed over her features, but she schooled the emotions away with a soft smile. “I didn’t realize.”
I stepped closer to her. “I know it’s been a long week,” I said. “But if I’m working you too hard, let me know.”
It had been a long week, but a fun one. Even though we hadn’t crossed any more lines, we’d fallen right back into our working rhythm, eating lunches together and laughing and getting to know each other again. So much of her was the same, but she had a world of experiences that I practically lapped up when she told me about them.