Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Her sounds reached a fever pitch, then a sweet little cry escaped her as she came.
And fuck if I didn’t come with her. So hard that my legs felt weak and my vision flickered.
It was the post-nut embarrassment that had me rushing to clean up and make my way out of the bathroom.
Because what the fuck?
That had been such an invasion of her privacy.
I was still beating myself up when she came back out half an hour later, that chocolate scent announcing her presence before I even turned to find her standing there.
Christ.
You’d never know I’d just rubbed one out with the way my cock started to stir at the sight of her.
She had another of those silky shorts and cami sets on. This one was a barely-there pink that cut down low between her breasts and left most of her legs on display. I’d bet that when she moved around, a bit of ass peeked out from the bottom.
This.
This was the woman Matt had fumbled.
Of all the stupid shit he’d done in his life, that was the dumbest.
“Thanks for staying,” she said as I got distracted by the way her loose, wet hair dripped onto her cami, wetting the material and making her nipple press out at the cold.
“Of course,” I said. “I can stay the night if you want. Right here,” I added, patting the couch. “Unless you don’t want someone sleeping on the couch. I can have Zeno here tomorrow with the security system to make you feel better. But tonight, I can stay.”
“Really?” she asked, sounding so soft, so vulnerable that it took everything I had not to get up and wrap my arms around her.
“Really.”
“Thank you,” she said, blinking back tears yet again.
Suddenly, I wanted to resurrect Matt just to beat the shit out of him. Clearly, he’d been making any small task for Blair seem like a major inconvenience if she was having such a strong reaction to the smallest bit of kindness and protection.
“I’ll get you a pillow,” she said. “And a blanket.”
“There’s a blanket right here,” I said, gesturing toward the one on the back of the couch.
“Yeah, but it’s pink.”
“And that might matter if I was five years old.”
That had a small smile tugging at her lips.
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
She was.
Then she was leaning over to carefully place and fluff the pillows, giving me a decent view of the swells of her breasts as I breathed in that chocolate scent of her.
It was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER TEN
Blair
The last thing I needed was a business trip to Georgia—dealing with a client who wanted to know why it wasn’t classy to hire forgers to replicate some of the classics.
Gee, I don’t know. Because anyone who knows anything about art would know that The Girl with the Pearl Earring is on display at The Hague.
On top of the fact that someone who only had a net worth of ten million could never afford an original like that, even if it was for sale.
Which it wasn’t.
And likely never would be.
In the end, I managed to curate several pieces for local artists as well as order a few from an artist I knew was going to be the next big thing. He’d have bragging rights in a few months. And increase his net worth. Which meant he was likely to recommend me to any friends who asked.
I was originally supposed to catch a plane the following morning after doing some sightseeing.
But I’d been so cranky and miserable that I decided to head back to the city right away.
A terrible decision. There were two delays and so much turbulence that I, someone with a lot of experience flying, felt queasy and panicked.
Then to get home to learn that someone had been rifling through my home while I was gone, it was all too much.
I expected to slip into the bath and just have a good, long cry.
Instead, all I could do was think about Nico out in the living room in nothing but sleep pants again. I’d been a little disappointed in the camouflaging the dark material provided.
All those thoughts, well, they had the desire pinging off every nerve ending, had my skin feeling electric, and a pressure building so hard on my lower stomach that there was no way I could just ignore it.
So I let myself reach down, to touch myself to thoughts of him. And I promised myself it would be the last time.
Somehow, though, even after that, I lay in bed not sleeping, thinking of him out there, wondering what he would do if I walked out and lowered myself onto him, if I buried my face in his neck to breathe him in, if I kissed my way down his chest, then licked the grooves of his muscles. What sounds would he make if I took him in my mouth? If I worked him until he was tugging my hair, until he was bucking up into my mouth, until his whole body was tensed and aching for release?