Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Morning, beautiful.” I have no intention of leaving her hanging. I’m in this, willing to see where this relationship takes us, though I’m well aware she could still end up changing her mind and going home to her reality at any point in time.
A happy smile lifts her lips. “Good morning.”
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
“Fantastic.” She lifts her arms over her head and stretches, causing the covers to fall and her bare breasts to reveal themselves. “Oops!” She reaches for the top sheet, and I stop her.
“Nope. I like looking at you.”
“You do?” Her cheeks flush pink.
I prop myself up on one elbow, lean over and press my mouth to hers, taking my time and enjoying, my tongue sliding against hers. She moans, hooking her arm around my neck.
“No regrets?” she asks, breaking the kiss.
I cock an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I lean back against the pillows, and she curls up against me.
“I wasn’t the one who had issues with us to begin with.”
Aah. She doesn’t want to face me, still worried I’ll change my mind. “Look at me.”
She sighs and pushes herself to a sitting position. “Yes?”
Reaching out, I slide a piece of hair off her forehead and tuck it behind her ear. “One, we discussed that last night. Two, once I make up my mind, I don’t change it without good reason, and three? You waited for the right man to give your virginity to.” I cup her chin in my hand. “Am I still that right man?”
She nods. “No regrets.”
“Good. Me, neither. Now, give me another kiss, we’ll shower, and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”
She leans forward on her knees and crawls toward me, arching her back and kissing me with everything in her. I groan and pull her against me, her curvy body coming to rest on top of me.
“What happened to the shower?” she asks, wriggling her hips and grinding her sex into my hard cock.
I cup her ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze. “Are you feeling up for a second round, or are you sore? I can draw a bath—”
Her eyes soften. “Look at this new side of you. I had no idea you could be…sweet.”
“What can I say? You bring out that dormant side of me.”
Her eyes open wide, and she scrambles to a sitting position, her wet sex covering my lower abdomen and I think I’ll explode.
“Dormant means you were softer at one point and then you changed. What did Wall Street do to you?” she asks, obviously determined to talk.
Having a conversation is the last thing I want to do, but I resign myself to being horny and uncomfortable while we talk. “More like what did the women in that world do to me?”
Gabby wrinkles her nose. “What was her name?”
“Felicia. But it started before her. My parents are good people. Dad’s an electrician and Mom stayed home with me and my younger brother. We didn’t have a lot but we had enough. And we were happy. But I got a scholarship to Columbia and then got my MBA. Before I knew it, I was on Wall Street and mingling with people I never thought I’d meet. Not given how I’d grown up.” And that is a mouthful more than I ever planned to reveal.
“People like me? My family? Preston?” she asks.
I sigh. “You’re nothing like them.”
“But you thought I was. When you met me at the bar, right? Tell me. I won’t be angry.”
I nod. “I did, at first. Then you showed up the next day with a job and towels for the guest bathroom and for mine. Next thing I knew, you were working in the mornings, painting in the afternoons, coming to the bar at night and helping out by clearing dirty glasses.” I shake my head and grin. “Blew my initial perception of you out of the water.”
“I live to shock you,” she says wryly. “I take it you liked what you saw?”
I nod. “More than liked. I admired you. In one short week, you changed what I thought of you and I stopped fighting my desire.”
“Lucky me,” she whispers.
Finally, I think, we can move on from talking. I reach for her breast, and she arches backward. “Tell me about Felicia.”
I groan. “Seriously? We’re both naked, and you want to hear about my ex?”
She shakes her head. “I want to learn more about you.” She places a hand on my chest, over my heart.
I can’t deny her. And once I tell her everything, we can move on to better things. “Okay. I met a woman at one of the fundraising events I went to on behalf of the firm. We dated and pretty much lived together. She looked good as my date and I convinced myself I cared for her but I know better now.”