Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I wish I could shake the way my body responds to him when he places his hand on my hip. I should be able to control my breathing when he moves his palm over my ass. But I can’t move or think. Ethan has always thrown me off my game.
“What are you doing?” I choke out once Ethan moves behind me and grips both of my hips, pulling me back against his… erection.
“Testing your limits,” he whispers in my ear.
He smells of shaving cream and my shea butter body wash, the two scents now burned into my nostrils.
His breath on my earlobe causes me to still. “Who said you can touch me?” I glance at him in the mirror. “And why are you hard?”
“I’m horny, and you look good in this shirt.” He slides his hand up my side and cups the side of my breast. “You’re not a girl anymore, little lamb.”
“Thanks for noticing, Captain Obvious.” I shove his hands away from me. “Will is in the living room, and I have to get to work. Just because you’re staying here doesn’t mean I have to like you or let you touch me. When I get home tonight, we’re going over the rules.”
He laughs. “What rules?”
“The ones you and my brother will follow if you plan to sleep here for the next…” I squeeze my eyebrows together in thought. “How long will you two be here?”
He shrugs. “Two weeks to a month. Our apartment is trashed, and the association doesn’t have any vacancies to move us.”
Annoyed, I sigh. “Wonderful. Then, we need to talk later because this living arrangement won’t last long if you think you’re going to hog up the bathroom every morning and make me late for work.” I point at his long, hard cock tenting his towel and shake my head. “That can’t happen ever again. I already told you to keep your dick away from me. I meant it.”
“It’s not something I can help, Mia.” He grabs himself over his towel. “This is what you do to me. Don’t deny it. You want me, too.” His gesture causes the fabric to loosen at his waist, and before I have time to prepare myself, I get a perfect view of Ethan’s very long, very thick, and very hard cock.
Holy mother of dragons.
I cough and spin around to face the door because I have no idea how to react. Wow! So, this is what I’ve been missing. My ovaries are doing a happy dance. Meanwhile, my undersexed brain is screaming, Get a fucking grip.
“You did that on purpose,” I say, unable to face him. “Ugh, I hate you.”
He comes up from behind me and breathes against the shell of my ear. His length digs into my ass cheek, making me wetter by the second. “Fight me, little lamb. It only makes me want you more.”
I don’t have to turn around to see the smirk on his lips. I already know it’s there. What a jerk.
Ethan always does things to piss me off, but this is a low blow. Inappropriate sexual advances are not out of the norm for him. A part of me wonders if he’s serious. But I don’t allow the thought to dwell for too long. A relationship between us isn’t a good idea. We have no future together.
Will knows I hate Ethan, but he has no idea why. I was Ethan’s dirty little secret. The thought makes me sick to my stomach. But I can’t ignore the way he made me feel when I was in high school or how he makes me feel right now.
After everything Will has done for me, I have to help him out, even if it means dealing with Ethan. I can do this for him. A few weeks of Ethan sleeping on my couch shouldn’t be that hard, though I doubt he’ll make it easy for me.
Ethan slaps my ass, causing me to jump. Instead of a scream, he pulls a moan from my lips. And with that, he knows he has me. He knows the right strings to pull, and it works for him every time.
He laughs and then gives me one of his crooked smirks. “Have a good day, princess.”
Clarke Murphy hovers over me as I type the last few sentences of my article and send the e-mail to my editor. She flips her long, brown hair over her shoulder and sits in the chair next to my desk. Dressed in the tight skirt and pink top she wore last night, she sets our breakfast on my desk and peels back the paper on her breakfast sandwich.
She sinks her teeth into the bagel, chomping loudly in my ear. “You’re going to make a name for yourself with this one, Mia. It’s one of your best stories.”
I shrug against my chair. “Maybe. I need something better than possible embezzlement of school funds. The drug ring that’s running out of Old City Records could be a goldmine.”