Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
"Yeah, princess, I think you do," Trystan murmurs softly, gently massaging my wrist.
"I'm worried."
"Hey." He tips my chin up with his free hand, forcing me to look at him. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, you know that, right?"
I nod silently, my eyes locked on his face. One thing I've never doubted over the years is his willingness to protect me. Even when I didn't want it, I had his protection. Even when I resented it, I had it. I'm not worried about me. I know Donny can't hurt me, especially with Trystan here.
My former boss is a non-factor in my life at this point. I'm annoyed he's bugging me, sure, but I'm not afraid of him.
But I don't want anyone I care about to go to jail because he's an asshole, though. And judging by the look in Trystan's eyes, I don't think my dad is the only one I need to worry about here. He looks a tad homicidal, too.
"Promise me something," I whisper.
"Anything," he says without hesitation.
"Promise me that you won't do something stupid to punish him."
His lips compress into a grim line, and I know that's precisely what he's thinking about doing. The truth is right there in his eyes. Trystan would risk jail for me.
"Please," I whisper, not above begging if that's what it takes to earn his promise.
"You don't need to worry about me, Chloe."
"I am worried about you!" I cry. "I've always worried about you. God, Trystan, don't you get it? I can't lose you because of him. I won't. Not now. Not when…" I choke on the words, not even sure what I'm trying to say.
"Not when what?" he asks, his voice a scrap of sound.
"Not when I know you heard me last night. I know you were outside of my door, listening to me moan for you the same damn way I always do when I touch myself."
"Jesus," he rasps, eyes locked on my face like not even the combined might of heaven or hell could force him to look away right now.
"You think you're the only one with fantasies? Well, you aren't," I cry. "It's always been you. And I won't let my asshole of an ex-boss be the thing that takes you from me when I finally feel like maybe there's hope for us."
He groans softly, wordlessly, his eyes still locked on my face. He's so still, like he's frozen in place. I'm not even sure he's breathing at this point.
"Fuck it," he growls suddenly, lifting me out of my chair into his arms.
We tumble to the floor in a tangle of limbs, with me sprawled on top of him. Before I can even adjust to this new reality—the chair knocked on its side, his hard body beneath mine—his lips are on mine.
I gasp into his mouth, and then we're rolling. I'm no longer sprawled across his chest. I'm pinned beneath him, his strong arms the only thing keeping me off the cool tiles. His mouth moves over mine, his lips soft and demanding at the same time.
He kisses me as if I'm his biggest fantasy and favorite reward simultaneously. One moment, he's wild, his tongue stroking against mine in a way that leaves me breathless and dizzy. The next, he's soft and sweet, nibbling at my lips as if he wants to memorize every single gasp and whimper.
My hands slide up his back before plunging into his hair, trying to hold him right there so he can't ever stop kissing me. I've wanted this for so damn long. I don't even care that we're on the kitchen floor. I don't care that my dress is covered in dirt. I care about the way he growls and licks into my mouth again and again, annihilating every fantasy I've ever had.
This reality outstrips all of them by miles because it's real. It's me and him—his body over mine, his hands on me, his taste on my tongue real.
"Christ, Coco," he growls, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth as I lock my legs around his waist, trying to keep him right there. Except for right there shifts as soon as I do. It places his very obvious erection right up against my sex.
I throw my head back, choking on his name.
"Yeah, you feel that, don't you?" he asks, burying his face against my throat. His teeth sink into my skin in a tiny bite. "You feel exactly what you do to me."
"Yes. God, yes." My nails dig into his arms as I rock beneath him, desperate and needy…aching in a way only he's ever made me ache. The hard ridge of his erection rides against my clit every time I move, sending waves of pleasure pinging through my body.
I'm right there—literally right freaking there—when he stops suddenly, jerking his hips away from me like I burned him.