Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“No, I don’t think so.” He bites down on my bottom lip. “Look into my eyes while I fuck all this hate out of you.”
Defiant, I keep them closed, and he bites down harder on my mouth until I obey his demand.
I can feel his cock hardening through his pants, and I rub my hands against it.
He pulls a condom from his pocket and sets it on the wing. Then he pulls his cock out from his briefs, daring me to look away from him and down at what’s waiting for me.
“Spit on my dick.” His gaze is heated, impossible for me to ignore.
I bend down and spit on it, but then I take him deep into my throat without permission.
He grabs a fistful of my hair as I twirl my tongue around his tip, as I take a mouthful of what I’ve missed.
“Fuck…” He groans and gently pushes my head away. “Push up that goddamn dress.”
I do as I’m told, folding the fabric up to my stomach.
Rolling the condom on, he lifts up my left leg and slides into me all at once, filling me with bliss.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he glares at me with every stroke.
“Fuck you,” I breathe. “Fuck. You.”
“You don’t mean that.” He squeezes my ass with his other hand, punishing me with an even harder rhythm. “Say you don’t fucking mean that.”
“Yes…”
“Yes?” He smirks, pushing me further to the edge.
This level of pleasure is still too new and unfamiliar, and I can’t hold on long at all.
I dig my nails into his skin, trying to outlast him, but my pussy waves the white flag before my mind does.
“Oh God, Jameson…” I fall back against the plane, but he holds me taut, preventing me from falling.
He stares into my eyes as he thrusts into me again and again, until he suddenly stiffens and groans my name.
I’m not sure how long we stand there together, but the next thing I feel is him slowly pulling out of me.
He adjusts his pants and takes my birthday necklace from his pocket.
“Don’t take this off again.” He clasps it around my neck. “I gave it to you for a reason.”
“And I have it back for a reason…”
His lips curve into a small smile but he doesn’t let it stay.
“I need some time to think about this,” he says, smoothing my dress. “Do you understand that?”
“Not really…”
“What part are you having trouble with?”
“My father shouldn’t be a factor between us.”
“If you’d told me about him earlier, he wouldn’t be.” He pauses. “That doesn’t erase the other issues and other things in my life right now, though.”
“So, this is about timing?”
“Yes.” He brushes stray hairs away from my forehead. “If I’d met you months later, under different circumstances, things might be different.”
“How much time do you need?” I ask. “Or is this indefinite?”
“I’m not sure,” he admits. “A while, though.”
“Days? Weeks?”
“A while, Scarlett…”
“Can you stay the night with me then?”
“In your dorm room?”
“Unless you want to take me back to your place…”
He serves me a blank stare.
“My room works,” I say. “But I have costumes on my desk so, you won’t be able to sit in the chair. Oh, and—”
He presses his finger against my lips before I can finish.
“We can go to my place,” he says. “But I have court in the morning, and I’ll be dropping you off back on campus an hour after sunrise.”
“Okay.”
“Okay…” He grabs my hand and leads me out of the theater.
BARGAIN (N.):
A MUTUAL AGREEMENT OR CONTRACT BETWEEN TWO PARTIES WHICH IS VOLUNTARY AND INVOLVES THE EXCHANGE OF CONSIDERATION.
JAMESON
We barely make it to my suite before I’m kissing her again, before her hands are sliding into my pants.
The mirror in my foyer catches me taking her against the wall until she collapses, and she demands another round against my windows before I realize she’s doing that same thing she was doing to me before.
Being a distraction…
She’s now sleeping on my chest, her eyes shut and breathing slow.
I shut my eyes, trying to join her, but it’s no use.
Pressing a kiss against her forehead, I gently position her on the pillow and pull the covers over her.
“Jameson?” She murmurs, her eyes still closed.
“Yes?”
“I really like you…” She rolls over, and her soft snores follow.
Sighing, I stare at her for a few more seconds before leaving the room.
I head into my office, where her father’s cases are arranged on the edge of my desk in binders.
I can’t bring myself to flip through them, though.
Not with Scarlett so close…
Instead, I unlock my bottom left drawer and pull out my personal case instead.
“You’re cheating me…” Scarlett’s voice makes me look up.
“Come again?” I say.
“It’s two a.m., and we have to leave here at seven-thirty, right?”
“Yes.”
“So, you’re cheating me out of the time I have left before our ‘break.’”