Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
I walk into my closet not only to sort clothes for my trip, but also to sort my thoughts and to regain my composure. I don’t want to freak Sofie out, but all I can think about is her safety. What if that monster hurts her again when she exposes him? What if he finds a way to reach her, to retaliate?
“Do you have security, Sof?” I flick through a couple of suits, not even seeing what I’m selecting.
Sofie walks into the closet now wearing my Princeton hoodie, which falls about mid-thigh.
“Uh, yeah. Some. Like I told you before, usually just for events, but I’m sure we’ll increase now.” She scrunches her nose at the suits I pulled out. “Why are you taking those? Let me see what we’ve got here.”
She steps in front of me, her damp hair just below my nose. My body wash smells so much better on her. My hands wander under the hoodie, over her waist to cup her breasts. She sinks back into me with a sigh, head resting against my shoulder.
“I thought you needed to get out of here.” She looks up at me. “Keep that up and we’ll be back in the shower, Mr. Bishop.”
I nod and leave a kiss in her hair, moving down to grab some socks.
“Yes to this.” She separates a dark suit from the others. “Is this Armani? Definitely yes to that. Where are your ties?”
She rummages through my closet, matching ties and shirts, lovingly caressing my shoes.
“You’ve got great taste, Bishop.” She holds one of my dress shirts up to her chest.
“My sister does most of my shopping for me,” I admit. “I just don’t have the time. Nor do I much care.”
“How can you not care?”
She drops her arms until the shirt hangs limply from her fingers. I forgot who I was talking to. It’s like I just told Gandhi he should eat a Quarter Pounder.
“I mean, well, of course I care…” I shake my head, unable to even fake it. “Yeah, no. I don’t care.”
“When you get back, we’ll go shopping.” Her green eyes sparkle like it’s Christmas, so as much as that sounds like a root canal without Novocain, I kiss her head and nod.
“Sounds great.”
“Besides, I’m not sure I like other women shopping for you.” She frowns. “Even your sister.”
“Are you possessive?” I button and belt my pants. “Because I’d love that.”
“Not typically.” She comes to stand in front of me, batting my hands away from my tie so she can do it herself. “But for you I could make an exception.”
My hands can’t help themselves. They’re sliding up her thighs to cup her butt before I can stop them.
“I’m definitely making an exception for you.” I pull back to consider her face. “And no more threesomes. I suck at sharing.”
A laugh, dark and rich and rough like ground coffee, rumbles in her throat, and she looks up at me from under her lashes.
“Duly noted, and for the record, I don’t even remember that threesome.” She grins and shrugs. “After a bottle of tequila, that whole night is a black hole. I just took those guys’ word for it when they told the tabloids.”
“Guys?” I grab her shoulders. “It was two guys? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
Sofie reaches up, hooking her elbows at the back of my neck and biting my earlobe.
“I thought a threesome was every guy’s fantasy.”
I settle my hands at her hips, slipping my thumbs under the lacy string of her thong.
“I’ve already got one thing most guys only dream about.”
She leans up an inch more until our noses touch.
“Why are you so damn sweet?”
I lean my forehead against hers, not able or wanting to hide from her how much the last twenty-four hours have meant to me.
“Because I’m so damn happy to have you.” I suck her bottom lip between mine. “Does that answer your question?”
She tilts her head, fitting our lips together, wrapping her arms around my waist. The kiss probably lasts only a few seconds, but I’m lost in it. Lost in her, until a knock on the door disrupts the kiss.
“Five minutes, Trevor,” Henri says from the outer door. “Harold is already downstairs with his bags.”
Well, good for Harold. He just wants to get in your pants.
“Okay, I’ll be right out.” I look back to Sofie, whose face looks about as deflated as I feel.
“Harold and Henri make the perfect couple.” Sofie grins up at me, eyes mischievous. “The cock blockers.”
“That’s pretty good.” I smile and shake her gently by her shoulders. “Ride with us to the airport. The driver can drop you off at your place after.”
She nods, pulling away and going in search of her jeans.
“Can I keep this?” She lifts the neck of my hoodie, sniffing and smiling. “It still smells like you.”