Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
The throbbing sensation between my legs makes me whimper. I can’t get enough of him.
He smacks my ass as he pounds into me, the sting of the slap arousing me even further.
When he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, I gasp, pushing my hands into the bed.
I’m upright, still on my knees, my back to his chest. He bands a strong arm around my waist to keep me upright and takes one of my calves in his other hand, moving me so I have one foot and one knee on the bed.
Then he thrusts himself deep inside me again, both of us gasping and groaning. His body is so strong that he can hold me in place while fucking me so hard the bed is pounding into the wall.
He’s relentless, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror. I reach back and grab a fistful of his hair, pulling on it.
“Come,” I say, breathless. “Please.”
I’m not physically capable of coming again yet, but I’m still very into what he’s doing, his body punishing and pleasuring me at the same time.
“Oh, fuck, I’m—”
His groan vibrates from his chest through my back as he comes. It goes on for several seconds, and then his hold around my waist loosens.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks.
I laugh softly. “No. I’ll be sore, but I’d be the happiest woman in the world if I could get that every night and be sore every day.“
“Good girl.”
He nuzzles my hair, back to his usual sweet self.
“If I’m ever a billionaire, I’ll offer you a contract,” I say, smiling. “You won’t need a hockey stick. Just your hands, mouth, and That Dick. Capital T. Capital D. Holy wow.”
“Call me a bad negotiator, but my price for that is nothing.”
“Why can’t you just get paid to fuck me? Is that what a utopia is?”
He grins. “I think that’s exactly what it is.”
I turn around and he wraps his arms around me and kisses me.
“I realized something earlier today,” he says. “I’m better with you. I’m more relaxed, much happier, and I can keep things in perspective.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not getting anything out of it but killer sex, but it’s enough.”
He laughs, tipping his head back. “This is what falling in love with a smart-ass means, right?”
“Your ego is already above average. It’s my job to keep you in check.”
“And what’s my job?”
“What you just did. That’s your entire job.”
“I can manage that.”
I cup his stubbled cheek. “Seriously, though. I am so, so happy. Whatever happens with your contract, we’ll get through it.”
“I want you to meet my mom and Elin.”
I kiss him softly. “I would be honored.”
“I want to take you and the boys to Sweden to meet them when my season ends. We could make it into a vacation and do some fun things, too.”
My heart might burst with happiness. Every time I think he can’t possibly make me fall any harder for him, he finds a way.
“That would be incredible. But let’s not tell them until it’s closer because Coop will bounce off the walls over it every day.”
“He brings enthusiasm to every situation.”
“Ha. That’s diplomatic.” I move to the side. “I have your spunk running out of me, so if you’ll excuse me for just a second.”
I go into the bathroom and close the door, smiling. Jules for the win with the lingerie choice. We still have hours ahead of us, and I don’t think either of us plans to spend any of our time sleeping.
I want this to last. I want so badly for Magnus to be my forever. But no matter what happens, I know I did the right thing by giving him a chance.
He makes me feel beautiful and special. Jules has always been the beautiful one, but Magnus wants me. He likes that I’m a mom, even though it means we can’t have much time alone together.
He’s proof that great men do exist. And instead of worrying about the future, I’m going to enjoy every minute I get with him.
22
Magnus
* * *
Blair is holding on to my hand like she’s hanging off the edge of a cliff. Her nails feel a lot better digging into my skin during sex than they do now, but also, I get it.
Eli is spelling the word “ventricle,” and I know—I’m fucking certain—he’s trying to decide if the word ends in “-le” or “-al.”
The spelling bee was postponed because so many kids were out with the flu, so Eli had extra study time. He doesn’t love sports, but he’s smart. This is like a playoff game for him, and I can’t believe how invested I am in the outcome.
I’m mentally screaming the letter L at him. Blair’s holding my hand on one side and Jules’s on the other. Coach Turner is beside Jules, his daughter Chloe beside him.