Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I wish my dick would get that message, because it’s hard and ready for another round. The room smells of sex, his body is cuddling against me, and mine is crackling like the fire, impatient to burn again. Eager to explore. The things I want to do to him might surprise me if I hadn’t been imagining them for weeks now.
I’m not like my father or the rest of his family. I’ve got nothing to prove virility-wise, my life doesn’t revolve around sex and I’m fine with being alone. I’m used to it, in fact. I spend more time with emails, spreadsheets and reports than people. I work out alone, eat alone and, on the rare occasions when I do seek company, the man—or woman—always knows the score going in. I make no promises, no one gets hurt and my former supervisor—my father’s cousin Ali—could never use my habits and personal choices against me.
I’m done with that manipulative asshole, but even though I quit, he’s still trying to fuck with my life.
I shove him out of my mind, thinking about the first time I saw Win instead. He was on stage. If I had a type before that moment, it wasn’t anyone like the elven slip of a thing with wild dark hair, smooth pale skin and pouty fuck-me lips, who sang like a siren.
In his sweater and bright red jeans, he looked glaringly youthful and innocent, but his voice and eyes told another story. There was knowledge there. Hidden heartbreak and a need that matched my own.
The desire was so instant, so strong, that I behaved like the beast he’d named me, dragging him into the office just to have the excuse to touch him. When he left at his friend’s panicked shouts, I was unaccountably angry. Then, after realizing what had happened, guilt at my own selfishness sent me back to my hotel, knowing he wouldn’t thank me for inserting myself into the situation.
But my obsession lingered. Time and separation didn’t diminish my need. I put that theory to the test when I refused to look for him for months. I had the resources, knew how to find him, but I held myself back. I didn’t like that I couldn’t get him out of my mind when I already had so much on my plate with my brother’s family and the dispute over the will.
Knowing we were in the same city and I couldn’t see him started to wear on me. I thought I saw him a dozen times. I ran after a cab once before stopping myself. Staying away for that long was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Which is why I’d talked to an acquaintance about him. Why I’d already planned to find him after this weekend was over.
But he found me first.
Now that he’s in my arms, I’m cursing myself for wasting so much time. I could have had this for the last two months. Someone who inspired tenderness and lust in equal measures. Someone I needed to touch. Someone I could talk to.
I don’t do that easily. I’m too used to keeping my own counsel. Crowds make me uncomfortable and conversations that aren’t about work or family feel pointless.
The Win from my memories was a flirt who stole my sanity and probably wouldn’t have cared about my problems, but the rambling, awkward teacher I carried home this morning gets me in a way that continues to humble me. The more I know about him, the more I want to know.
So now along with my obsession and this new possessiveness, I feel protective as well. Seeing him in my clothes and watching him eat my food has been deeply satisfying in a way I can’t explain. I want to make sure his phone stays charged and that he’s wearing boots appropriate for the weather as much as I want to fuck him hard enough to break this bed.
I want to hear him spout strange facts and confusing references as much as he wanted me to talk dirty in Turkish while his mouth was on my cock.
I wasn’t able to resist returning that favor today. He was lounging on the pillows with his hair a mussed crown around him, his lips red and swollen and his strangely beautiful eyes on me. He looked like some erotic drawing of a fairy king. Earthy and ethereal. Delicate and dangerous. A smooth, slender body with a surprisingly hefty cock I needed in my mouth.
My own stirs again as I remember his taste. It was better than my favorite dark chocolate and twice as addicting. I could almost believe he was made of magic, appearing near my cabin in the snow and singing a song meant to draw me in. Confusing my senses until I shared all my secrets.