Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Jay!” she gasps, hips bucking up, gripping me so tight she’s got me in a chokehold. Her pussy clenches around my cock in greedy waves, like she’s trying to take every last drop.
That’s it. I lose every shred of control. I slam into her, coming so deep inside her it’s like she’s pulling my soul right out of my body.
We collapse together, spent and shaking, both of us panting for air, like we just ran a goddamn marathon. I keep her close, arms caging her in, refusing to let her drift even an inch away. She shudders, eyelids fluttering, breath catching in soft little aftershocks, and all I want is to feel her wrapped around me forever.
For a while, neither of us moves. Her body is limp against mine, face pressed into my neck, breaths shuddering. I kiss her hair, her cheek, the tip of her nose, every patch of skin I can reach. She tastes like salt and sugar, the best fucking drug I’ve ever had.
We lie like that for a long time, Salty snoring in the window, the room bathed in morning light. Nadia fits into me, soft and solid, and I realize my entire life has been a holding pattern waiting for this exact moment.
I want to say something, but words are thin compared to the way she makes me feel. So, I just hold her, content for the first time in my life.
Nadia finally looks up at me, hair a mess, lips swollen, eyes fierce. “What are you thinking?” she asks.
“That I’m the luckiest man in the world,” I say, and for once, it’s not a line. It’s the truth, bare and raw and unstoppable.
She smiles, slow and secret. “I think I could get used to this,” she says.
“Good,” I reply. “Because you’re never getting away from me.” I say it light, but I mean it with every beat of my heart.
CHAPTER NINE
NADIA
We spend the next seven days fused at the hip. This is supposed to be my first real spring break since college, and I planned to spend it catching up on lesson plans, snacking in bed, and maybe taking a crack at the mountain of laundry in the corner of my studio. Instead, I pretty much move in with Jay and Salty.
Jay is hellbent on spoiling me rotten. He makes my coffee every morning before I’m even out of bed. Then a little later, he’ll make a full breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. While he works in his home office, I spend my time doing pretty much nothing with Salty curled up in my lap.
At night, we snuggle together on the sofa, his arms caging me in while we watch horror movies or reruns of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It’s ridiculous, how easy it is. How normal. How I already know where he hides the good snacks and how he knows not to talk to me until I’ve finished my morning coffee, unless he’s prepared for full-volume sarcasm.
We fight over the blankets. We disagree about the correct orientation of the toilet paper roll. Jay makes a point of leaving his socks everywhere just to watch me hunt them down and throw them in the laundry basket. We laugh constantly. He kisses me every time he walks past, like he can’t help himself.
The week is a blur of little moments, and by Friday, I’ve half-forgotten that the outside world exists.
That’s when I hit my pre-workweek panic. I realize my lesson plans are still only a list of vague ideas in my Notes app, and I have a three-inch stack of third-grade reading journals to grade before Monday. Jay’s in his home office, and I am stretched out on his sofa, surrounded by piles of folders and my lesson plan book. Salty is lying in the one little beam of sunlight shining through the huge living room window.
Jay comes out of his office, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair rumpled, and blue light reflecting off his glasses. He surveys the explosion of school supplies on the coffee table, grins, and sidles up behind me. His hands slide over my shoulders, and he starts kneading, working out the knots with slow, practiced pressure.
I nearly melt into the table. “I swear to God, if you keep that up, I’m going to turn in blank lesson plans and wing it.”
Jay leans down, breath warm on my ear. “Maybe I should stop then.”
“You do, and I’ll sic Salty on you.” My head lolls back so I can look at him upside down.
He kisses my forehead and looks at me, all dark eyes and lazy smile. “How much more do you have to do?”
“Just one more reading log, and then I have to map out the next week’s science lesson.” I glance at the clock. It’s already two pm.
He looks amused. “You know what I think you need?”