Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Her heat engulfs me.
The sight of her bare tits.
The shape of her hips.
Her hourglass waist inspires me to run my hands up and then back down again. With her eyes closed, she takes in a few deep breaths before she lifts and slides down again.
Seated at the base of my dick, she leans forward to kiss me again and then angles to my ear, and whispers, “Show me why you’re CEO, Mr. Christiansen.” Oh, fuck! She knows how to get me going.
Fast as lightning, she doesn’t know what hits her when I flip her to her back and start fucking her. “God, yes. So dirty,” she says, her pleasure punctuated with each word. Her eyes close, and her body opens. She becomes everything as I get lost in the feel of her around me, taste the sweat on her glistening skin, and make love so she’ll never forget this night.
A push and pull, I thrust and give. She takes and gives back even better. “Harder,” she pleads.
Taking her wrists, I hold them against the headboard as I fuck her with everything we’ve been through—the good times we’ve had, my bad moods, her ass in that skirt, and when she arches that eyebrow to challenge me. Our rhythm is found, but it’s too much for me to hold back. “Fuck.” I come to the sound of our bodies sliding together and the melody of her moans.
Just as I release, she comes until her body sinks into the mattress with me on top. Our breaths are heavy but align. When I fall to the side of her, she exhales, and then a giggle comes out. With her arm draped over her head, she turns to look at me. Her eyes are bright, the green shining, and she wears a smile that reaches deep into my heart, evoking my own. “I could get used to this.”
“If I have my way,” I say through uneven breaths, “you will. So much that you’ll be bored stiff.”
She rolls toward me, and her hand dips under the covers. “Speaking of stiff . . .”
Whoever said paybacks are hell hadn’t met Juni.
We lose another hour before she’s lying next to me. “It’s late,” she says, her eyes dipping closed.
I kiss her because I can. Her lips and eyelids, her neck and toes. I’d kiss her all night, every inch of her if she’d let me. Though I have to admit she’s not arguing with it now.
Her hand comes around the back of my head, and she holds me close. Whispering, she says, “You never told me what your prize is for calling jinx earlier.”
“I didn’t need a prize. I have you in my life.”
With her arms wrapping around me, she kisses me with the same devotion I’ve just shown her entire body. “You say the sweetest things.”
“I say what I feel for you.”
“It’s mutual.” One more kiss is placed on my cheek before she closes her eyes again.
This time, sleep sweeps her away, leaving me no choice but to whisper, “Sweet dreams.”
23
Drew
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Pounding in my head drags me from a peaceful sleep. I fight to remain in the fuzzy state, warm from Juni being next to me, my body still exhausted from having sex again just past two. But efforts fail as the sound of trumpets blaring from a mariachi band win this round. Slamming my arm on the side of the mattress, I growl, “That’s it!”
I roll to my side to apologize. “Sorry. It’s my annoying neighbor and their nighttime cooking concerts.”
At least one of us can sleep through anything. Or I just wore her out. I’ll take the credit.
Last night was nothing less than spectacular. And I’m not just talking about the sex, though that was as well. I can’t pinpoint the moment I knew I wanted to be with Juni because if I think about it, I believe the attraction was bubbling under the surface all along. Were we fooling ourselves that we could remain friends? Wasting time having conversations about remaining platonic? It seems that way, and now we’ve boiled over.
There’s no going back from here.
I don’t harbor regrets when it comes to the past couple of weeks because in the scheme of things, we figured it out pretty damn fast. So I don’t have a complaint regarding how we got here. It’s figuring out where we go from this point on now that we know we’re more than we once intended.
I lean forward to kiss her head, but my lips end up pressed to a pillow. When I reach out to touch her, though, the bed is empty. That’s odd.
I turn toward the bathroom. The light’s still out, but the faintest of lights is slipping down the hall. I flip the covers off and land on my feet. Grabbing my boxers from the floor, I slip them on and head for the door.