Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She twisted to look at the windows in question, massive panes stretching from floor to ceiling and offering a view of Central Park below. With the lights on in the bedroom, anyone close enough to look would be able to see everything Theo did to her in startling detail.
It would be so wrong.
Her body tightened at the thought. Theo bit her again, harder this time, making her breasts ache and her nipples tighten in response. His low laugh vibrated against her skin. “We both know you would.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“No.” He released her, letting her slide down his body until her feet found purchase on the hardwood floor. Only then did he step back and stalk to yank the curtains closed. Closing off her view of the world gave the room an intimate feeling, as if they were the last two people alone in the world. Except Galen. Galen’s out there somewhere. No amount of distance would erase that man.
Theo turned to face her. “Strip.”
There wasn’t much left to take off. She shimmied out of her skirt and tossed her bra away. Even from across the room, she could hear his breath hitch and hell if that didn’t make her feel like the sexiest woman in existence. Theo rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. “There’s only one person I’d put on a show for and unfortunately he’s not here. Next time.”
“There’s no next time, Theo.” She meant it to come out firm, but the words lifted at the end, as if she was asking him to confirm that truth.
His lips quirked. “Then, yeah, Galen is most definitely going to kick the shit out of me when he gets back in town.”
She started for him and then stopped. “Is… You talked about it, but…” Meg pressed her lips together. “If you two are an item…”
“We’re not. Not in the way you mean.” Theo stalked toward her, the light dancing along his muscles as if it couldn’t resist him any more than she could. “What Galen and I are is complicated and not exclusive when it comes to what’s happening tonight.”
She tried to pick apart that statement. Realization washed over her. “You can have sex with women, but not other men.”
“Something like that.” Theo stopped in front of her and shifted his fingers through her hair. “He won’t kick my ass because I fuck you, princess. He’ll do it because he’s jealous he wasn’t here with us.” He lowered his voice. “He should be here with us.”
“Another time.” She had no intention of saying it, of promising him anything. She was still furious that he’d pulled that stunt with the money and Meg didn’t make a habit of spending time with people who made her furious—her bar patrons excepted. But the thought of completely closing the door on another night with both Theo and Galen hurt too much.
His grin made her heart stutter. “On the bed.”
She obeyed, crawling on the mattress and reclining among the pillows. Theo rewarded her by stripping out of his lounge pants, shoving the denim down his strong thighs and kicking free of it, leaving him naked. The sight of his cock straining against his stomach had her biting her bottom lip. She knew what came next. She craved what came next. “Don’t make me wait.”
“One condition.”
“Damn it, Theo.” Of course there were conditions. The man wouldn’t know uncomplicated if it slapped him in the face. “What condition?”
He pulled a string of condoms from the nightstand and tossed them on the bed next to her. She counted six and raised her eyebrows. Theo gave an unrepentant grin. “Stay the night. If this is the end, then let’s end it with fireworks.”
He’s playing me. Theo had no intention of letting this go. If it was the end, he wouldn’t have all but promised her another night with both him and Galen. She wouldn’t have all but agreed.
It was a terrible idea.
She couldn’t deny the temptation his words brought. Nothing would change if she spent the night riding Theo’s cock. She would still manage to convince him to take the money back. This would still be a period at the end of their encounters, rather than a semi-colon. Why not take the pleasure he offered?
He doesn’t have to play you—you’re playing yourself.
It’s only one night.
That’s what you said last time.
She met those intoxicating blue eyes and nodded. “Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” He was on her in seconds, shoving her legs wide and he ground the base of his cock against her clit. He tangled his fingers in her hair and took her mouth like she was the sweetest kind of candy and he’d never get enough.
Like he’d devour her whole.
She reached blindly over and snagged the condoms, ripping one free. Seconds later the foil was gone and she rolled it over his cock. He allowed it, shifting back to give her the room to work. Hurry, hurry, hurry, her body cried. She needed him inside her and she needed it now. Meg guided him into her and he thrust hard, sheathing himself completely.