Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Tell me to slow down.” Brooks comes down over me, his cock brushing against my thigh.
“Don’t slow down.” I yank him down for another kiss, tasting myself on his lips. Brooks glides his cock to my opening, the head slipping in. “Yes,” I whimper, lifting my hips, wanting him inside of me. I ache with an emptiness I know only he can fill.
He sinks inside me. The sharp pain takes me by surprise. I knew it would happen, but I was so lost in everything else I didn’t care. I grip his shoulders, my nails sinking in.
“Slater.” Brooks stares down at me with a shocked expression.
“Don’t stop.” I wrap my legs around him.
“I can’t tell you no.” He takes my mouth again, kissing me slowly this time, making my body relax before he starts to move, thrusting in and out of me. “You’re so damn perfect.” The way his eyes watch me, I want to believe him. There is such sincerity there.
Fire sears through me, and this time when I come, Brooks is right there with me as we both crash into mindless oblivion. I feel his warm release spill inside of me. I find I’m rather enjoying the thought of him leaving his mark on me. My eyes flutter closed, my body humming with bliss. The one thing I know without a doubt is that it was absolutely worth the wait.
I’m not sure how long I was asleep or if I’d even fallen fully asleep when Brooks is reaching for me again, his cock thrusting into me. He flips me so that I’m on top this time, his cock sinking deeper. I sit up, but he keeps a hold on my hips, controlling my movement.
Brooks works me up and down his cock, thrusting up into me. I brace my hands on his chest, letting him take me to paradise once again before I’m collapsing on top of him.
Both our breathing is heavy. He wraps his arms around me, his cock still inside as I once again let sleep take me.
When I wake up again, I see the light peeking in through the curtains. I smile, not only feeling the tenderness between my legs but also because Brooks is spooning me from behind, his arms wrapped around me, our legs tangled together.
I could lie here forever, but my bladder says otherwise. I slowly work my way out of his arms so as to not wake him up, sleepwalk into the bathroom, and quickly come back to bed. I pause when I see a stack of papers and a folder on a desk next to a laptop.
I shouldn't, but curiosity gets the best of me, and I flip the folder open to see something about a cooking show. My eyes almost pop out of my head when I see what they are offering him. I go to the next page that talks about the show idea and then promotions.
My name with my social media tag is at the top of the list. My stomach drops. He knows who I am. He’s known this entire time. I close my eyes as a barrage of emotions overwhelms me.
I did it again. I picked a man who only wanted to use me, but why does this time hurt a million times more than my ex? I hadn’t even cried over my ex. No, the only tears I shed were because my friend betrayed me. That’s what I had been so upset about.
I can’t even bring myself to wake Brooks up and give him a piece of my mind. I’m ashamed of myself. I’m so naïve. Of course Brooks Neal doesn’t truly want me.
I quickly get dressed before slipping from his suite and back to my room, where I shower and pack my things, telling myself I will never see this man again.
I’ll ghost him, make him wonder where he’d gone wrong. I hope it eats at him if he even really cares, but I’m guessing if he was willing to use me and knew he could easily bed me, he has an ego that will take a hit.
Fate has other plans, though…ones that show up as two pink lines on a stick.
Chapter Two
BROOKS
THREE MONTHS LATER….
“Iknow who you are.”
That’s what she’d said to me, and it didn’t register because lust had taken over every thought process the moment she came into my line of vision. I saw her, and I wanted her, and strangely enough, she wanted me back. That was the only thing that mattered that night. Her need was me, and mine was her, and we matched perfectly until I woke up the next morning and she was gone.
As the investigator spreads out the photos he took, it starts to make a little sense. Slater Braxton woke up and found out I was Brooks Neal, chef of The Plate and probably thought I had lured her up to my room under false pretenses.