Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Of course, the man only did that because I’ve defrauded him. Because Wayne thinks I’m a guy who fell madly in love with a spitfire single mother and her daughter and moved heaven and earth to make them my own family.
Fuck.
The reality of what I’ve done is suddenly hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Shit.
I didn’t imagine myself spewing lie after lie once we got here. I thought Marnie and Ripley would be my ticket to get here, but that’s it. I thought I’d somehow manage to have a conversation or two with Mr. Walters over the course of the week. And that one thing might lead to another, and he’d remember my name when it came time to assign lawyers to his team, and I’d then be able to weasel my way into the slot. I never thought I’d actively dupe the man.
I turn on my other side and breathe deeply, trying to calm myself down. But I can’t make it happen. This time, for another reason. God help me, when Marnie said that thing about maybe having a serious boyfriend in the future—and then, maybe even a husband—I felt a surge of jealousy inside me like nothing I’ve experienced before. It wasn’t rational. Made no sense. But the mere thought of her falling in love and building a life with someone else made my blood flash-boil inside my veins. And now, thinking about it again, I’m having the exact same physical reaction.
I roll onto my other side.
Marnie was so sexy at the party today. So magnetic and confident. No wonder the Walters fell in love with her. Who wouldn’t? She was a knockout. A genius. The way she so deftly handed me my dreams on a silver platter, I want nothing more than to thank her by making her come tonight.
I turn on my side. And then onto my back.
It’s definitely not helping me fall asleep to know that Marnie is lying in a bed on the other side of that wall, and I can’t knock on her door and invite her into my bed. If I could, I’d—
A soft knock on my bedroom door interrupts my thoughts. Did I imagine that? I get out of bed and creep across the room, past a painting of a cowboy on a horse herding cattle, and open the door a crack.
Marnie.
She’s standing before me, breathing hard.
“I can keep things straight and compartmentalized, if you can,” she whispers. “I propose we put sex back on the table this week. No strings. We’re here together, sleeping under the same roof, so—"
“Hell yes.”
I yank her into my room by her arm, close the door, and kiss her against it. And when we’re both so horny, we’re gasping for air, we rip our clothes off and hurtle onto the bed. Panting, I spread her legs wide open and devour the meal I’ve been craving like a drug all day—the one I can’t get enough of, no matter how many times I’ve indulged my cravings. In no time at all, Marnie is writhing and groaning and, eventually, warping deliciously against my tongue, lips, and fingers.
My breathing is labored like I’ve sprinted around the block at full speed. Growling with anticipation, I place Marnie’s legs on my shoulders and plow into her. As I push myself inside her, all the way, Marnie groans so loudly, I reflexively place my palm over her mouth to muffle the sound. I adore the chatterbox in the next room, but if she wakes up and calls for her mother in the next few minutes, I’ll be hard-pressed not to drop-kick her across the twenty-thousand-acre ranch.
With one palm over Marnie’s mouth and the other lightly gripping her neck, I deep-fuck my woman with everything I’ve got—and, holy fucking hell, she feels better than ever. Everything this woman does turns me on. Every sound she makes. Every smile and belly laugh and toss of her hair. And now, on top of everything else, this goddess somehow managed to make my dreams come true as easily as she cooks up a gourmet meal? She’s magic. That’s the only way to explain it. This woman is magic, and I’m most definitely under her spell.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan out, and she moans incoherently behind my palm. “You’re so sexy, baby. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.”
Marnie lets out a tortured sound behind my hand, and I can feel her muscles tightening around my cock, like they’re coiling and getting ready to release.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl. I gently squeeze the sides of her neck, and she moans even harder. “Come on, baby.” My thrusts are becoming more and more enthusiastic. I need to come inside her. I need to claim her and ruin her for anybody else.
When Marnie releases, when I feel her muscles rippling, I let myself go, too. For a moment we’re one. There’s no Marnie and Max. There’s only our nuclear fusion. Our combined energy. Our mutual bliss. But, finally, we both exhale and collapse into a tangled, sweaty heap of racing hearts and flopping limbs.