Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He gives me a wolfish smile, clearly enjoying this. “Again, love.”
“Fuck me,” I repeat, louder this time, my body on fire with need.
He lets out a greedy growl, then gets up and strides over to his bedside table, rifling through a drawer. He rips a condom open and slips it on, and then he’s between my legs again, the thick head of his cock against me.
He grabs my hips with bruising pressure, and his hands dig into my flesh as he pushes inside me.
I let out a startled cry—he’s bigger than I expected—and he puts a hand over my mouth, giving me a look that reminds me that we still have to be quiet. Fuck, there’s definitely something hot about his hand over my mouth, especially as his cock slides in and out of me.
How is this happening? How is this sex? This is not like anything I’ve experienced before. I’ve never let anyone take control like this, given myself over like this.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name,” he says, his voice deep and raspy, the promise in it sending fire through my body. He removes his hand, and I gasp loudly as he pulls back and thrusts hard inside me, making my body jerk. He grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed, and then he’s pounding into me, giving me what I asked for, deep, hard, unyielding.
“When I’m done with you, you’re going to thank me for making you come so hard,” he growls, his hips thrusting against mine, hitting me deep, hitting me hard. “You’re going to thank me for fucking you so thoroughly that you’re ruined for any other man out there.”
I moan, and he kisses me, then starts fucking me harder, his hips slamming into mine, his cock moving almost painfully inside me.
He’s driving me wild, the way he moves, the way he’s fucking me. I don’t know how much I can take, but I know I don’t want it to stop.
I can feel my orgasm approaching, the edge teasing me, just beyond reach, and he pulls away from my lips, his teeth digging into my shoulder as he bites down, the pain giving to pleasure, his hand squeezing my wrists. He’s still fucking me, hard, his hips moving faster, deeper, his cock thrusting into me, hitting me deep.
“Oh my god, James,” I moan helplessly, bucking against him, my body rocking beneath his. I am so close, so close, and it’s building, building, building, and I moan again, and he slams into me, so hard I gasp.
I’m coming. The orgasm is so strong it’s almost painful, my body arching and bucking against him as if it’s the only thing that will keep me from floating off into the atmosphere, never to be found again.
He keeps going, and I don’t know how he’s keeping up the pace, my orgasm taking me away, and he’s pounding into me, harder and harder and faster, and then he’s coming hard, his cock swelling and pulsing inside me as he comes, groaning, his breath hot and raspy.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers, his thumb tracing my lips as he pulls out of me, his eyes burning into mine.
Fucking hell is right.
I can’t believe that happened.
I lie there as he relaxes beside me, the sound of our breath competing with the drumming of my heart, and I wait for the shame to hit, for the guilt and regret, that I just had sex with James. He’s barely a friend and definitely a colleague, and I know that if anyone found out, I’d probably be fired. Hell, maybe James would be fired too—who knows—especially after Monica warned me.
I should have stayed in my room, I should have tried to fall asleep, but instead I just had the best sex of my life.
And you know what? I don’t regret a thing.
As long as it doesn’t happen again.
But then James reaches out and gently pushes a strand of hair off my sweaty face, and I know in the deepest part of me…
It’s going to happen again.
Ten
JAMES
It’s nearly six when Laila finally responds to my text. For a moment I thought she had left me in Oslo and gone back to the house. I wouldn’t have been surprised.
Then again, I was surprised when she invited me to have dinner with her. I can’t seem to figure this woman out. But I never really could.
The text just has an address and says to meet her there in twenty minutes.
Luckily I’m back in the city center, after having explored the Viking museum and strolled around the harbor, and the wine bar isn’t far.
I hate to admit it, but I’m a bit nervous. I shouldn’t be. Thus far I’ve enjoyed being in Laila’s company, even when she’s reminding me of how things imploded between us or rolling her eyes when I try to pay her a compliment. But when she’s nice, fuck, it’s like the sun peeking out of the clouds on those dreary days. You know the sun won’t last, but it doesn’t stop you from basking in it for a while.