Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He takes my hand and puts it on his cock.
“You never fail to impress,” I say, my nipples hardening.
“Now that I have you here, I might just keep you.”
Thoughts of him tying me up come roaring back through my brain. “I might go along with that, depending on the circumstances.”
He pulls back, surprised.
“I was kidding,” I say, smacking his chest with the hand that isn’t massaging his balls through his pants.
“I’m not.” He drags his tongue along my bottom lip. “I’m all in.”
“You can’t be all in,” I say, pulling back just before he nips my jaw. “We just met.”
“That’s unfortunate, isn’t it?”
“What’s unfortunate?” I gasp a breath as he sucks gently on the spot my shoulder meets my neck.
“That we just met.”
“If it were too much earlier than now, you would’ve been underage.”
He blows across the dampened skin. “Shut up.”
“It’s true.” Goose bumps flare down my arms. “Our age gap doesn’t bother you?”
He stands, rolling his eyes, irritated with me. “No. It doesn’t. If anything, it makes it hotter. If I wanted someone younger, I’d get one. And if I wanted someone more beautiful …”
I hold my breath, bracing myself for whatever he’s about to say.
He leans in and kisses me. “I’d never find anyone.”
He peers into my eyes, letting me see all of him. There’s no shield, no games—there’s nothing but raw, genuineness reflected at me.
I’m done. I’m done questioning this. I’m done asking if it’s real, if it’s too soon, or why it’s happening at all.
I’ve been on a quest to do the right thing and create a life I love. But if I stop being myself, if I stop trusting my gut—am I simply pretending to be someone I’m not?
Because Aurora Johnson is a romantic. I follow my heart. It might not always work out for me, but does anything ever work out every time?
If I want to live my whole truth, I need to lean into the pillars that make me who I am. That includes falling in love, no matter the circumstances.
A slow smile slips across my face as the trepidation I’ve lived with washes away. In its place is relief … and a tingling in my chest.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him to me.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m not fighting it—or him, anymore.
Chapter Twenty-One
Tate
Aurora grabs the waistband of my pants and drags me to her.
Blood hammers in my ears as she undoes my belt and then the button on my fly. She looks up at me through her thick lashes and slowly pulls the belt from around my middle. It snaps as it frees and hits the floor.
Her grin is coy. She knows what she’s doing to me.
“I want to fuck you,” I say, my breath hot. Every move she makes causes her knuckles to brush against my bulge. As much as I like to think I have self-restraint, I can’t seem to find it tonight.
She shakes her head.
“What do you mean no?” I ask.
“Be patient.”
Be patient, my ass. I yank my shirt off and toss it onto the counter. Her palms waste no time finding my bare skin, exploring the ridges and valleys of my abs.
Her touch is like bolts of thunder echoing through my body. I shiver, clenching my hands so I don’t grab her and sink my dick into that sweet little pussy.
She steps back, teasing me—bending over to gather the hem of her dress. The view of the tops of her tits is unobstructed, and I want to feel them in my hands. In my mouth. Pressed against my torso as she comes.
My cock pushes against its constraints, the head already swollen for her.
“It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?” she asks coyly before dragging the pale yellow material over her head.
Inch by inch, her body is exposed. Soft curves. Delicate dips. Round edges. Pure perfection.
“I’ve jacked off to the idea of you so many times,” I say, watching her turn in a circle for me. “And, to think, you were real all of this time.”
“Is there anyone here?” she asks. “Can the security guys see inside the house?”
“No.”
“Zero chance?”
“Negative two.”
She smirks, taking my hand in hers. “Good.”
“Where are we going?”
Not that I really care. She’s naked. I’d listen to Gannon talk about investments all night if I got to look at her.
She climbs up into the window seat that I’ve never once used, her ass jiggling as she crawls to the back.
The moon is bright in the dark sky behind her. It illuminates her, making the air around her glow as she works to position three pillows to her liking. I adjust myself, wincing as the pain of needing to shed these pants almost becomes too much.
“Okay,” she says, sitting on her knees. “Come on.”
I climb in beside her, resting my back against the pillows. My breath hitches in my throat as Aurora straddles me.