Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 30858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He eyed me as I stuffed my bras into a bag.
“And then I get the pleasure of getting back to New York and being the topic of conversation because you just couldn’t help yourself,” I hissed. “You just had to kiss me—excuse me—damn near fuck me—in front of all my coworkers for this stupid ruse, and you know what?”
“No.” He grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall. “I don’t. The only thing I know right now is that you’re acting like you’re out of your mind.”
“What part of Mr. Reaves knowing the truth didn’t you understand?”
“I handled Mr. Reaves,” he said. “He’s not going back to the hospital. He’s on his way back to New York on my plane.”
“To tell everyone we’re frauds?” I asked. “To ruin what little of a reputation I have?”
“No.” His voice was terse.
“Who’s going to hire me after this?” I glared at him. “I can’t go back to work for you, and Brandon was right. You used my family like pawns, just for us to lose this silly little game you insist that I play.”
“Okay—first of all,” he said, his voice dropping. He suddenly gripped my hips so hard I lost my breath. “I don’t want to hear your ex-boyfriend’s name fall from your lips ever again. Are we clear?”
I nodded, too breathless to speak.
“I need to hear you say it,” he commanded. “I don’t want to hear you talk about him ever again…”
“Okay…”
“Good.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out my engagement ring. Then he returned it to my left hand, slowly sliding it down with an I-dare-you-to-take-it-off look in his eyes.
“Second of all, no one suspects shit—except maybe Brandon, who’s overdue for a psych evaluation—so you’re panicking and packing for no reason. And lastly—”
He pinned my body against the wall with his hips. “I did not damn near fuck you back in New York. I was showing tremendous restraint, but I’m honestly tired of pretending I don’t want you.”
He stamped his mouth over mine, and my eyes widened as he claimed me with a kiss so long and deep that it made my knees weaken.
He yanked my hair out of its bun, sending my hair down to my shoulders.
Still kissing me, he wedged his knee between my legs, gently spreading them apart.
I shut my eyes as his mouth continued taming mine, but he suddenly bit down hard on my bottom lip.
“Open your eyes back up,” he demanded. “I want to see what you look like while I’m fucking you…”
Obliging, I sucked in a breath as he slid a hand under my skirt and ripped off my panties in one smooth motion. Deftly unzipping my skirt, he let it fall to the floor.
He pressed his mouth against my neck, forcing me to bite back moans as he sucked my skin between his teeth, his hand roaming under my shirt and unclasping my bra.
“Pull this off with your sweater,” he whispered, leaning back. “Now.”
I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head, giving him an up-close view of my breasts.
He pressed his palms against them before sucking my right nipple into his mouth, making every nerve in my body fall over the edge, making me completely forget where the hell we were.
“Wait, Nicholas,” I whispered, frantic. “Someone will probably hear us.”
“Then try not to scream.” He took my left nipple into his mouth and slid a hand between my thighs, tapping my swollen clit with his thumb—making it clear there was no stop sign in sight.
Tearing away from me, he pulled a condom from his pocket before unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor.
I held back a gasp as I caught sight of his cock print through his briefs. For years, I’d fantasized about what hid behind his custom pants— even pictured how big he would be—but it paled to finally seeing it right in front of me.
“Something wrong?” he asked, smirking.
I shook my head.
“Good.” He pressed the packet into my hand before pushing down his briefs and exposing his cock. “I’ll be sure you get every inch of it…”
Grabbing my left hand, he placed it on top of him, making me feel how hard he was for me.
I suddenly couldn’t breathe.
“Open it and put it on me, Jenna,” he whispered.
I nodded, but I must’ve been moving too slow, because he let out a low laugh and took it, tearing it open with ease.
He slowly rolled it over every inch, pausing every few seconds for emphasis, as if he was showing me just how much of him I was about to take.
When he was finished, he kissed me again—much softer this time—but then he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me to the edge of a bookshelf.
“Lean back,” he commanded, and my body obeyed before my mind could think it through.