Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Whizz nodded for Lacey to take her inside, and he stayed back to talk to Gash. “You’re still here.”
“I’m still here. I know. I’m not for much longer. I’m heading out.”
“Be careful, not just with yourself, but also with Charlotte.”
“She doesn’t need a white knight to help her out,” Gash said.
“Maybe not, but you don’t know everything. Don’t act out quickly.”
“Look, Whizz, I like you, and before shit happened, I could even see us getting along, but we’re both different. Back off, and let me do what I need to do.”
Holding his hand up, Whizz backed away. This wasn’t his battle. This was nothing to do with him. Watching Gash, Whizz wished he’d not been able to find Charlotte. For both Gash and Charlotte’s sakes, he hoped they told each other the truth before they screwed each other over.
Chapter Eleven
Later that night, Rose entered Hardy’s room, and smiled at the change. It was bare because he’d taken the time to move in with her over the past couple of days. He wasn’t in her room, and he still took the spare room, but she missed him. She’d made him cave to sleep next to her. They hadn’t had sex apart from the one time when he’d made love to her. Rose didn’t mind waiting, but she did have a problem with begging him.
Hardy closed the door, flicking the lock into place. It was midnight, and the children had been sent to bed hours ago. The prom party had died down, and now there were only a few of the club remaining downstairs.
“Did you enjoy tonight?”
“I loved it.”
“Now, part of the tradition of prom is having sex. We can have sex, or we can hold each other. I don’t mind doing whatever you want to do.”
Rose turned her back toward him. “Will you undo me?”
His fingers touched the zipper at her neck. She closed her eyes at the smallest of touches. She needed his hands on her body, loving her, touching her, giving her exactly what she needed in the tips of his fingers alone. All night she’d been desperate for him, and dancing close together had only heightened her need for him. He dragged the zipper down her body, and he slid his hand against her waist. She moaned, leaning back against him. Slowly, he drew his hand up toward her breasts. His other hand slid inside her dress and moved up until he cupped both of her breasts. Hardy tugged the cups of her dress down, exposing her tits, pinching the nipples. Rose moaned, resting her head against his shoulder.
“Your tits are so responsive.”
“It’s because of you. I’m responsive to you, and to your touch. I need you, Hardy.”
“You’re going to get me, but I’m going to take my time. Every woman should have a night to remember for their prom. I’m going to give you more.”
Rose wasn’t going to argue with him. She wanted this so much. He removed her dress, and it fell to the floor at her feet. Next he worked on her bra, removing it from her body until she stood before him in the modest heels.
“I want you to keep those shoes on.”
“Have you been having some dirty thoughts about me in these shoes?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She spun around and worked the buttons on his jacket open, running her hands up his chest, and sliding the jacket off. It fell to the floor, and she bit her lip as she started working on his shirt, revealing every inch of his tanned flesh. The ink stood out beneath the white shirt, and her arousal heightened even beyond her control.
“I love that color in your cheeks,” he said, cupping her face. He ran his thumb across each of her cheeks before sliding down to her neck, touching her pulse with the tips of his fingers. In the next second he slid his hands into her hair, gripping the length. She closed her eyes, basking in his touch once again before she went back to work in getting him naked. “I can’t do anything to you unless I’m naked just like you.”
Opening her eyes, she bit her lip in the same way that she knew drove him crazy.
He leaned down, taking her bottom lip between his teeth, and sucked it inside. She moaned, gripping the sides of his body, and holding onto him tightly.
She plunged her tongue into his mouth, whimpering as he held her in place, ravishing her mouth. Hardy was the man in control, not her. Rose was merely his slave in that moment.
“Get these clothes off me, Rose.”
Tugging on his clothes, she had the shirt off his body, and he kicked away his shoes at the same time she went to her knees before him, opening up the zipper. She pulled out his cock, working over the length, and Hardy pushed the trousers down his body. Leaning forward when he stood up, she flicked her tongue over his length, moaning as his cock seemed to bob at her touch. Hardy hissed out, and Rose didn’t stop there. She started to work on his cock, licking and sucking, loving his rock hard dick as she went.